It’s just me and you, they couldn’t see what I see in you…

In the back alley near Buck Merrill’s place, Dally leaned against the brick wall, cigarette burning low. He was waiting for you.

You met here rarely, but when you did, it was heaven. In the shadows of the alleyway, seemingly far away from the rest of the world. Just hardened, gangster Dally, you, and untold feelings burning deep.

You were late, yet again, but he waited anyway. He knew you’d show up. And you did.

“You always this patient?” You asked breathlessly as you rounded the corner, leaning up on the wall across from him.

He glanced down, toying with his lighter. “Don’t get used to it, doll.”

“You didn’t have to wait.”

“Didn’t have to want you to show up either, but here we are, and I got what I wanted.”

The words were so smooth, so nonchalant, but they twisted your stomach in knots. He was holding back.

“You always talk like that. Scared to say anything real.” You murmured.

Dally finally glanced up, his brown eyes looking you over. He spoke roughly.

“I say what I mean, I just don’t say too damn much.”

Inexplicably, you felt an irresistible pull towards him, and slowly, painfully slowly, you leaned over. You pressed your lips to his cheek—soft, quick. He didn’t flinch. Then a slight smirk appeared on his face, and almost too quietly, he spoke.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, don’t waste it on my cheek.”