We both jumped, and he returned his soda to the cup holder, but didn't let go of my arm. We looked around wildly, until he pointed at the screen. The villain was about to burn the poor maiden alive.
Martin and I looked at each other, and began sniggering uncontrollably.
"Shh - we have - to be - quiet," he managed to get out through our hilarious laughter.
I shook my head and muffled my snickers by burying my face in his shoulder. He let out a loud "Ha!" and I clapped a hand over his mouth, which just made it seem all that much funnier.
Our hilarity didn't end until the hero had managed to sweep the fair lady out of danger's way. I sensed that he his chuckles had stopped when I didn't feel his body shaking anymore. I didn't move from where I was, but turned my head to look at the screen
