Dallas always had that rough and tough exterior, but since you weasled your way in, he seemed to let it down a bit.

One day, he came over to your house early in the morning, saying he wanted to watch you get ready. In the midst of it, he grabbed a lipstick you used on the daily, pulling you closer and offering to do it for you.

“Don’t forgot to blot.” You told him, which earned you a raised brow. You rolled your eyes at him. “Taking off the excess, dummy.” You told him. He paused for a second before just pressing his lips to yours.