"Hilarious," I say with a snort of laughter, my head dropping over onto his shoulder, warmth leeching into my aching limbs, and suddenly I'm so tired I'm half convinced I could fall asleep standing right here.

Cutting him a look and snorting out a laugh, I say, "You look like you just fuckin' murdered somebody. We'll be lucky if we don't get a ride in a fuckin' police cruiser."