You Belong With Me

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, waiting for a reply as she stood across from him.

"Are you, or are you not in love with me," she repeats growing impatient now.

Her British accent rings his ears snapping him out of his trance. Her beauty made him lost, like a small child trying to find mother in a crowd. He took a breath in and tilted his head slightly to the side. He saw the impatient look painted on her face, her eyes were glued on him; trying to search for any un-interest.

He took a step forward, she followed his move. He towered over her like a mountain above the clouds. She peered up at him, he looked down upon her; he wanted her closer.

He reached his hand to her waist and brought her in, she placed her hands on his chest preventing to go any further.

"I've been in love with you since the first time you looked at me." He tells her, a smile grew on her face. He leans down and presses his lips to hers, embracing her with a passionate, yet loving kiss.

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The gang has settled down in Horseshoe Overlook, a camp not to far from the small town, Valentine. They recently rescued a fierce women from the harsh, cold weather in the mountains, Jesse Wood; a very talented gunslinger who is currently on the run from O'Driscoll's. Dutch decided she would be best for the gang, and he was right. She fits in just well in fact, everyone in the group is fond to her company. Now being with the gang a couple months, she finds herself stunned by a man. Dutch Van Der Linde who seems to have a hold on her. The way he talks to her, it's like he's longing for her without saying.