"Yeah. Heath didn't believe me. Evidently he went seven whole years thinking girl's couldn't get up in our dorms. Poor guy. Bet most of those girl's just thought you didn't want them to see the wreck you made out of your bed usually."
Gideon smirked at Heath's obvious hint, but finished at least putting the groceries away. Melted ice cream didn't appeal, after all. He'd all but finished anyways, and a few minutes later, he wandered over to the couch, dropping gracelessly in the space Heath had made for him.