“Don’t thank me.” “Okay, you can thank me,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something pink. Dallas reached up over my head so quickly, I couldn’t get a good look at it until his fingers grazed the sides of my face and something came down over my hair. His eyes flicked down to mine as he settled the pink material over the hair I’d left down and curled. “I made you a cap.” And he smiled as he said it, his palms curving downward to cup my cheeks. All I could do was blink. “Pink like Princess Peach.” I swallowed, hard. “If you’re trying to get laid, we have to wait until everyone
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And that's true love, honey
