“Better lock my door. Otherwise, my friends may come crashing in on top of us when they finally show face.” I smile, stifling a yawn, very glad of the suggestion of some sleep. This morning's sudden awakening was bright and early, and my body is crashing as much as his; neither of us can stop yawning.

“On it.” Arrick lets me go and turns, walking across the plush carpet as he kicks off his sneakers. Getting to the door, he locks it and heads back to my bed, taking a little run ...