Dallas never understood why people read romance novels and crappy poetry. Romeo and Juliet weren’t real, and they weren’t in love. They were just young, desperate, and stupid.

But as he laid against your chest shirtless, skin to skin, watching the sunrise, listening to your heartbeat and the even rhythm of your breathing, the feeling of your ribs against his fingertips…

He understood why people were young, desperate, and stupid for love.