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The next morning I woke up to my head hurting like hell. I sat up in bed and squinted as I looked around to figure out where I was. The night was a big blur expect for some random moments that would flash into mind.

I was highly confused but it didn't take long for me to realize I was in Dallas's room, in his bed. He was nowhere in sight though.

I pulled out my phone but with my luck it happened to be dead. I groaned as I threw it down on the bed frustrated. I sat there staring at my hands for a few minutes, trying to figure out what I was suppose to do.

My few minutes in silence by myself were interrupted when one of the doors connected to Dallas's room opened. Out came Dallas with nothing but a towel wrapped around his torso. A second towel was in his hand as he ruffled it around on his head, getting his hair dry. His hair was dripping beads of water that travelled down his toned torso.

"Did I wake you?" he mustered when he looked at me and realized I was awake. From behind him, ste