Bree woke up the next morning, warm and content—and she had to admit that that was a very pleasant feeling.
The first time she and Dallas had slept together, she had ended up alone the next day. But now, when she rolled over on her pillow, enjoying the warmth of the comforter, it was to see Dallas’ sleeping face right next to her.
He looked younger asleep, more peaceful, and Bree couldn’t help but brush a stray strand of hair away from his face, revealing more of his smooth, golden skin.
There was a small scar above one of his eyebrows, and she touched it gently, wondering how it had gotten there. She had a feeling that there were plenty of scars that Dallas hadn’t shown her yet, and each one had a story
Surprisingly, she was looking forward to learning about them, to seeing exactly what Dallas was made of, and to begin making new memories with him.
