Dallas wasn’t one for commitment, but that changed with you. He loved you a lot but wasn’t too good at showing it.

He was shirtless, lying on his bed and fidgeting with his switch blade as you were asleep, resting on his chest.

You basically lived with Dallas at Buck Merrill’s place where he lived since your home situation wasn’t the best and Dallas was glad to let you stay.

You woke up eventually and looked sleepily up at Dallas.

“Evening.” He smirked, ruffling your hair.