Adam had been in three memorable uncomfortable moments in his life. Once, when he was 16 and his Mom caught him pleasuring himself in his bedroom one summer. She had a habit of knocking and opening the door at the same time – not a great combination.

Second when he and his model girlfriend at the time, Lara Harrington, had left the Ivy and were bombarded with paparazzi cameras. It was Adam's first time with the blinding lights and his face in the photos made him the brute of all jokes in the changing rooms for that year.

The third was right now. Fulton, who had left his bag in the lobby, told Adam and Charlie to ride the elevator up to their room and not wait for him. The moment the doors shut, the silence was thick. To make matter worse, the doors in front of them were made out of glass that showed their reflections.

Adam sucked in a tight breath and looked right ahead. What stared back at him actually surprised him. Charlie was taller than Adam by at least two inches. The last time they'd stood side-by-side, Charlie's eyes had looked directly into Adams forehead.

His chest was also broader than Adam's. The once lanky teen had been replaced with a taller, stronger and leaner adult. The only thing that was similar was the brooding expression his face.

Adam switched the bag over to his left shoulder and leant against the elevator wall. There was a pause when he realized that neither of them had actually pushed the button for their floor.

Well, there was a reason for that; Adam wasn't exactly sure what number it was and Charlie had the keycard in his hand yet he still hadn't pushed any button.

Oh, Jesus. He'd have to speak up.

"Um," Adam cleared his throat before he continued. "Do you know what floo-"?

"23," Charlie cut him off.

There still wasn't any motion from him.

"Uh, do you, um, want to push it?"

Charlie muttered something under his breath and leant forward to finally press the button.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Charlie's brooding expression deepened. Adam wondered how that was physically possible.

"Thanks."

Adam couldn't help but scrunch his face up when the silence returned between them. He knew he could make conversation but what in the hell could he even say? Sorry you're a jealous asshole? Why are you so jealous of me? Why didn't you return my phone calls? Is it hard to reply to my e-mails, I know you read them because the Internet tells me that!

The anger that had suddenly built itself in Adam was making him hot. He slipped off his jacket and folded it over his arm.

He saw Charlie's eyes glance down to his right arm. Before he'd left California, Adam had strapped his wrist. It was the same wrist that he'd injured during the Goodwill Games. Though he'd had no serious problems with it during his NHL career, sometimes it'd flare up. A couple of weeks ago, Adam had knocked it during his weights session at the gym and not wanting to risk anything during Vegas, he'd just strapped it up.

"Swollen?"

Adam snapped out his thoughts and looked over at Charlie.

Charlie gave him a pained look in response.

"A little, nothing serious," Adam finally replied.

Charlie left his eyes on Adam's wrist for a couple of seconds before he eventually pulled them away to look back at the position they'd once been on; the door in front of them.

Adam let out a sigh of relief when the elevator doors finally opened a second later.

He stepped out in front of Charlie and glanced at the room numbers on the door nearest to them.

His feet came to an eventual stop once he was in front of theirs. He muttered a quiet thanks to Charlie once he'd slipped the keycard into the door and walked into their room.

As a professional hockey player, Adam was used to first class but this, this was one step above what he'd slept in before.

"Wow."

Charlie clearly felt the same.

"Yeah," Adam muttered. He set his bag down on the ground next to his feet and took in their room. It was like something out of the movies.

Adam took a good couple of moments to explore it all. They had two bedrooms with king beds and ensuites in each of them. Adam hoped Fulton knew he would be sharing with either one of them.

The minibar was packed with all types of different liquor and candy. Adam grabbed a Snickers bar and plopped down on the massive black leather couch behind him.

He glanced over at Charlie and saw him grab a Corona.

"Dude, it's like 10 am."

Great, aside from accidentally speaking to Charlie, he'd managed to insult him in the process.

"Some of us can have fun," Charlie quickly retorted, not missing a beat.

Adam couldn't find the energy to reply. Instead he turned away from him and glanced out the window that was to the left of him.

He heard Fulton walk into the room about a minute later. Adam unwrapped his chocolate and listened as Charlie and him spoke with hushed tones. Without making it seem obvious, Adam slowly slid along the couch, hoping to hear something from their conversation.

"Look, it's fine but it's going to be awkward if I bring a girl back," Fulton muttered in the other room.

"I'm sure he won't mind sleeping on the couch if that happens," Charlie replied.

He heard Fulton sigh and then footsteps began walking into the room Adam was in.

"Dude-"

"I heard it, I'm sharing with you," Adam cut him off.

"Oh." There was almost a look of guilt on Fulton's face before he quickly shrugged it off, replacing it with a smile. "You okay with it?"

Adam chuckled under his breath as he got up to his feet. "Guess I have to be, I didn't hear Charlie offer himself to share."

Adam paused when heard Charlie snort in the other room.

"I'm going to go meet up with Guy, I'll catch you later, Fult," Charlie yelled out before the door slammed.

"Woo, Vegas," Adam muttered sarcastically. He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into his mouth and jumped back down on the couch.