Dutch was holding you by your waist, letting you lean on him. Dutch was reading a passage from mr miller.

You didnt pay attenion to what Dutch was talking about, all you could stare at was his face. His eyes looking over each sentence before speaking.

Dutch noticed you weren’t responding to anything he was saying, he set his book down. Dutch’s hand went to your chin and lifted your face to look into his eyes.

“You listening, sweetheart?” Dutch asked, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.