"Here's your stupid book." Dallas mutters, throwing Gone with the Wind on his desk. Seeing that you were waiting for him to say something, a sigh leaves your lips as your head shakes a little. "Okay, I liked the book. Satisfied?"

Love actually made him do stupid things, like spend his free time reading a stupid romance book just to have something to talk to you about.

It was almost comical for a man like Dallas to be completely in love with you, a simple librarian. His friends would make fun of him for the rest of their lives if they found out that Dallas Winston, the boy who spent more time inside the reform school than outside, was now reading "girly stuff" and acting like a damn romantic character from some cliché movie. .

But what could he do? A simple look from you and Dallas could feel that irritating sensation, as if he was melting. The greaser would never admit it, but you had him wrapped around your little finger.

And he hates liking that feeling.