Olivia was curled up under the blankets in Dallas’ bed, warm and calm. Dallas sat next to the window, his long legs extended in front of him, the gun in his lap. Even in the semi-darkness she could see the outline of his body, his muscles curved and huge.
“Dallas?”
“Yeah, hon?”
She turned on her side to face him. “Can I ask about you?”
“Me?” He shrugged. “Sure. What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. It’s just – you know every single thing about me, right? You know my Mom runs an apartment complex in New York that I bought her, and you know who I’ve dated, and you know my net worth, and you know what I eat for breakfast. And I feel kind of… weird about it.”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “Yeah, me too. We knew each other before, like as friends, so from the beginning, you weren’t
