He stumbles to a stop next to me, with his red face and sex hair and my blanket clutched around his body. I'm gonna get yelled at so much later. "Dallas and I are together," I announce to the silent room. "Boyfriends, except not. More like we're married. Technically not yet, but we could be. It's the same–" "Beck," Dallas cuts in, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "You get three more words before I maim you and go take my shower."
