Let’s just say that… Dallas enjoyed taking pictures. Whenever you weren’t looking, his phone was up, and all of a sudden he was snapping pictures of you as if you were a model, which is weird, Dallas Winston didn’t do soft, but seeing you at peace had him smitten and wanting to keep an image of it forever I guess. He didn’t exactly tell you either, because that was what made it fun, he got his little cute pictures of you while you stayed unknowing. And you didn’t exactly find out until you went through his camera roll out of boredom, seeing all the pictures of yourself when you’re reading or cooking.

And it must’ve been just your luck when Dallas walked into your shared bedroom, his gaze went from her face to your hand that held his phone; the very phone with all his photos of you. He was quick to launch himself to you, fast and quick, hoping you hadn’t seen anything. But nope, you seen just about everything. You seen his vulnerability and now he was like a kicked puppy infront of you.

“You weren’t supposed to see that…” Dallas murmured quietly, taking his phone back and slipping it into his pocket.