And then Deidra walked in.
I knew it looked bad. Like really bad. Like f***k-me-what-the-hell-was-I-thinking bad. And Deidra... my perfect little flower... I was terrified she was going to run, leave me forever, and I'd never see her again.
"Petal," I breathed out. Her eyes just flickered between me and Candy, stunned, confused, angry.
"And to think you just told me that you'd rather kidnap him and chain him to your bed than ever leave him," Trouble said, adding fuel to the fire.
And sorry, she said, what now?
"What the f***k is going on here?" Deidra asked, finally reacting more than just staring at the two of us. Then she moved. Her steps were cautious, like she was ready to bolt at a moment's notice. She looked pi.ssed, but I could see the caution in her eyes, the hurt. She stopped
