He should have stayed away. He should've kept his distance and his cold demeanour, but your sweet smiles and curious glances couldn't keep him away from talking to you. She was untouched, her hands drenched in gold while his in blood. He's a murderer, an outlaw. She was a good girl

He shifted awkwardly as he kept stealing glances at you, his mind running with different thoughts as you helped Pearson cook