Paige
Another week has passed with me babysitting Dallas. Not that I’m sure you could even call it that anymore. Dallas doesn’t need me that much anymore. Instead, I’m the one using him right now. We are at a grocery store, and Dallas is wearing a ballcap and an ugly sweater as a disguise while I’m rummaging through the bakery aisle.
“And then I need blue coloring for the cupcake frosting…” I mumble and stand on my tiptoes in an attempt to reach it. When I can’t, Dallas moves behind me. His chest is right behind my head, and I freeze as he picks down the item with ease.
“Here you go.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
Dallas smiles back, and I’m tempted to put my hand over his arm and stroke the tanned skin there. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and most days, I have this itch to touch h
