Diagnosis: Love
"You are, you know. Totally foxy. But don't let it go to your head."
"I'll do my best." His cheeks were red again, and I snickered, laying my hand alongside his cheek.
"Awww, look at you, all embarrassed and blushing. It's so flipping cute."
"Hey." He rolled us over so that he was on top of me, his eyes staring into mine. "I'm not cute. Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. I'm a fucking fox, remember?"
I giggled. "Okay, Deacon. Duly noted. You're not at all cute. You're a powerful, sexy fucking fox."
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