"Go to the bar, Clara," he urges, a playful edge creeping in. "You never know, you might find some hot guy to bring back to your room for the night." He chuckles, the sound low and mischievous.

"Behave yourself," I laugh, rolling my eyes even though he can't see me.

"I'm serious," David says, his voice dropping. "You could tell me all about it when you get home."

I giggle, warmth spreading through me at his familiar teasing. "Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"