Ally scoffed. "Moe, I feel like you're forgetting I'm 19. My foster mom will just think you're my one night stand or something. If she finds out, that is. Which she won't, because she refuses to ever come in my room. Hold on." Ally grabbed a mattress from the guest room, flopping it on the floor next to his bed. "Tada. Home sweet home. I'm not letting you sleep in a dingy old hotel."