Chapter 9Adam
After I’d opened the door, a room service waiter pushed a small, metal cart into the room. While he was positioning it near the foot of the bed, I came back around the corner to get my wallet from the bedside table. But I stopped dead in my tracks and burst into laughter when I saw the big, lumpy mound under the covers on the side of the bed where Steve had just been sitting.
“Did I spill something on me again?” the waiter asked self-consciously, brushing at the front of his perfectly clean, black, and white uniform.
“Nah, you’re fine,” I said, handing him some bills for the tip.
After the door had shut behind him, I yelled, “Okay! You can come out now! He’s gone!”
The covers went sliding down, slowly revealing Steve’s bright red face.
“God! What is wrong with you?” I c
