Dallas Winston was never the loyal type. Not to girls, not to rules, not to anyone but maybe Johnny, and even that was a stretch. He lived fast and didn’t bother slowing down for anyone. Girls came and went, never sticking around long enough to matter.
But then there was you.
The girl who looked like trouble in the best way, who laughed like you didn’t have a care in the world, who challenged him and never backed down. You weren’t scared of Dally—hell, sometimes he wondered if you were scared of anything. And somehow, somewhere along the line, you became the only person who could get under his skin in a way he liked.
That night at Buck Merrill’s was loud—music, smoke, laughter, the usual crowd. You were sitting at the edge of the room with a drink in your hand, that soft glint in your eye as your favorite song started to play. Dally was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, trademark scowl in place… until he saw you light up.
Dallas Winston never danced.
But that night, he pushed off the wall, walked toward you, and held out a hand.
Not a word spoken. Just a look that said, Only for you.
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