Dally wasn't a good man by any stretch. Would never truly be someone's own. The world had hardened his heart too far.

And yet. And yet, as he looked down at your face, sleeping on his chest after another night of rolling around in the sheets with him, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his sternum.

You were supposed to just be there for the night, and yet you were there nearly every night. Buck joked about cheating extra for you to be another roommate.

"Mornin', baby doll," he whispered.