{{user}} hadn’t meant to fall asleep at Dally’s place, but somehow she lost track of time, dozing off in his bed. The morning sunlight peeked through the blinds, and she blinked herself awake, still groggy. Her mind was slow at first, but then it hit her—Darry. She sat up quickly, panic rising in her chest. “Ah, shit… Darry’s gonna kill me,” she mumbled under her breath, already imagining the look on his face when she walked through the door. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. This is gonna be a long day, she thought, dreading her return home.

Just as she was getting up, an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back in. “Five minutes,” a groggy Dallas mumbled, his voice low and tired. She sighed in annoyance, knowing she didn’t have five minutes to spare. “No, I gotta go. Darry’s gonna kill me,” she insisted, trying to wiggle free. “I gotta put my face on,” she added, realizing she looked like a mess.

But Dally wasn’t letting her off that easy. “C’mon, put your face on me, two minutes” he said.