"Ow! Lindsey!"

    Lindsey gritted his teeth, carefully moving his arm back in place. "This is unfucking believable!"

   "Because this is a dream come true for me too." She spat out sarcastically.

   They sat on opposite sides of the car, their connected hands resting in the middle seat.

  "I'm going to kill him." She glared out the window.

They had pulled up to their hotel, maneuvering out of the car carefully. She tensed when he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers.

She tried to yank her hand away, Lindsey holding on tighter. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Unless you want to explain to people why we're handcuffed I'd play along."

Stevie grit her teeth, yet complied. Her nails dug in to his skin, him squeezing her hand just a little bit too tight.

They managed to get to the elevator without causing any attention, Stevie instantly prying her hand from his.

   The silence that followed was tense, feeling one another's anger towards each other.

  The elevator doors opened and Lindsey started down the hall, Stevie stumbling behind him. The metal dug in to her wrists as he walked in front of her, Stevie swearing.

  "Would you slow down! I've got shorter legs than you."

    Lindsey rolled his eyes but complied. He started down the hall, Stevie stopping in her tracks. Her actions caused him to yank back.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" She questioned back.

"We're going to my room."

Stevie shook her head, standing her ground. "I am NOT staying in your room."

"Fuck, can I at least grab some of my things?"

She stuck her nose in the air, letting out a huff. "Fine."

Lindsey rolled his eyes, starting back down the hallway. She struggled to keep up, slamming in to him when he stopped at his door.

He pulled the key out of his pocket and swiped the card, the light turning green. He pushed through, Stevie following behind. She shut the door, letting out a heavy sigh.

Following him around the room while he gathered up some clothes. He was jerking her around, her anger quickly rising.

"Would you ease up?"

He didn't say a word, venturing over to the night stand, opening the side table drawers and shuffling through them.

Stevie sank down on the edge of the bed, tapping her foot against the carpet as she waited impatiently. Her arm that was handcuffed hung limply in the air, jerking around as he moved about. She glanced around the room, her interest peaking seeing a magazine poking out from the pillow.

Pulling it out, she raised an eyebrow. "Why do you have a playboy hidden under your pillow?"

Lindsey quickly turned his head, seeing her opening the first page. He quickly snatched it from her, Stevie looking at the residue left on her fingers mortified.

"Lindsey why is it sticky!"

His cheeks had turned bright red, his ears burning. "Well what do you jerk off to?" He snapped at her.

Stevie's cheeks had turned the same shade of red. "None of your business!"

Lindsey rolled his eyes, yanking her from the bed. "Come on."