My boyfriend could pick today, and he decided on page 260 (funnily I was looking at pages quite close to that, 256 to be exact, before I decided to just ask him).

“At least you won’t be able to send any regrettable texts.” I scrunched up my face as he set his ancient phone down on my coffee table. “Are you really, really sure you’re going to be able to sleep out here?” I couldn’t see how he was going to fit his long legs on that tiny IKEA loveseat.