Dallas Winston was never in great relationships. They used him, left him, cheated, and it was only natural he picked it up.

And then you came along, and it was actual, true love for him. A type he had never known.

But that didn't mean he knew how to do it himself.

“See ya later, sweetcheeks,” Dally called, slapping the girls rear as she walked out of his room. He froze when he saw you in the hall, coming to greet him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he muttered, looking down at the ground.