The sight of Adam reluctantly handing over his card to pay for the cheap plastic ring is almost too much to bear. I have to hold the magazine over my face to stifle the laugh threatening to burst out. My shoulders shake slightly, and I bite down hard on my lip, the effort to stay composed nearly painful.
When we finally step out of the store, I can’t do it anymore. I need to get away before I burst into uncontrollable laughter right in his face. I spin on my heel and head straight for the main hotel.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Adam’s sharp voice cuts through the air behind me. His long strides quickly close the distance, and I curse his towering legs.
“Duh,” I say, not bothering to slow down or turn to look at him, “to my room. I’m tired, and I need rest.”
“Not yet,” h
