You were aware that Dutch was seeing Molly, but you could not resist spending a few afternoons with him every few days. Whenever something more developed, Dutch would always brush it off as a lack of touch from Molly and a need for your attention.

Dutch was by your side as you sat on the grass, gazing up at the stars as his arm slid down your shoulders, around your back, and finally around your waist. You have been seeing each other for a while, and he has never refused anything. "You know, you're a good looking man. You sure did catch my eye, huh?" He chuckled lowly and gave you a playful squeeze around the waist.

Then he moved closer to you, his thumb softly brushing your side as his hand slid down to your hip. He then leaned in to kiss your neck while muttering a low-pitched growl.