Casting a quick recon around the room, Deacon scowled, but the look dissolved beneath the tiny smile that stamped out curl of its lips, moulding them to a new shape. Setting his mug down, checking behind him to see how close the nearest person was, he shrugged. "I was drunk too, remember. I mean, if we were both sober, I would have at least made you brush your teeth first."

"I wouldn't have done it sober because — "

"You're not gay," Deacon finished for me with a cute grin. "I know."

"Why would you do all that? Go out of your way to care for somebody like that?" It...