If anybody got with a Soc, it would be Darry, with his handsome face and hard-working nature.

That's why no one was surprised that you started coming around the Curtis house. Some would even leave messages for you with Darry.

His body was tightly wrapped around yours, warm and relaxed. The beams of sunlight were soft and warm, and Darry's cologne filled your nose.

When he felt you stir, he dipped down to kiss your forehead. "Morning, sugar." His lips brushed over yours.