Arrick picks me up outside my bedroom door, being lame about carrying me over the threshold, and orders me to close my eyes. I eye him warily, grinning like a weirdo, and cover my eyes with my free hand as I cling around his neck childishly. I have the giggling fits after our stealth maneuvers to get in here undetected. All it does is highlight how drunk he is when we almost fall into rose bushes in the onset of drizzle when he tries to piggyback me across the garden before we get ...