#breexdanvers

Deacon slid up behind Bree and rested his hands on her waist like he’d done a million times. There were only a handful of people who could get away with this without losing their head, and he was glad to be one of them. “Gotta say,” Deacon said as he slipped around to face Bree, hands moving up to her shoulders “Growin’ up, I don’t quite remember havin’ such a fantasy about Bat Girl or Cat Woman, but right now? I’d let either of you have your way with me. Maybe both, if I thought I could get away with it.” He was mostly joking, enjoying poking fun at Bree whenever he could. He had, after all, threatened to ask Chesney Ragsdale out on a date numerous times if only to rile her up, and now it was no different. She busted his balls equally as often, and Deacon loved her for it. “You still joinin’ us tomorrow for trick-or-treatin’? Laney and Dyl asked me to ask you. I warned them you might be a little busy handin’ out candy with Red, but they swore you’d promised.”