Deacon’s P.O.V
Hallie has ignored me now for over a week, nothing seemed to be working this time. The calls, texts, the showing up at her door, Christ I even brought her flowers and nothing has worked. I gave in after a few days but that don’t mean I didn’t miss her, miss her body, her kiss and touch. I had been getting my needs elsewhere but none of them were Hallie. I hated that I wanted to keep going back to her, I don’t do that. Yes I f**k the same woman more than once sometimes but nothing like the way I keep going back to Hallie.
“Deacon are you OK? You have seemed more miserable than usual the last couple of days?” Penny asked as we sat down for lunch
“No, not really. I messed up and don’t know how to fix it.” I said
Where did that come from? Fix it? Fix what? Her and I f***
