Presley tore her hand out of his and smacked him. “What is wrong with you? I lost weight because I was stressed. Why is it me that has to be the one under stress?”
“I was coming up with a reason for you not having a ring.”
“How about you never gave me one?” she growled at him.
“Well, that’s going to ruin our story. Do you want me to get you a ring, Ladybird?”
“f**k off,” she grunted and waved around frustratedly. “This entire vacation is going to the shitter and I’m over it. Can we go back to our room now?”
“Why are you so mad?”
“I don’t even know!” she grumbled.
“You should be glad I’m here. Imagine if I wasn’t and you were here at this resort all alone fighting off the Algernons and the Parises of the world? It would be awful.”
“I’m not glad you’re here though. I’m supposed to be
