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Warning: Sex scene.

Once we had begun to kiss it was hard to stop. Even with the movie on the screen. Even with the suspicious stares I felt on us. It was impossible to look at Joey's eyes - his face so close to mine, his eyelashes tickling my skin - and not to surrender the will of kissing him again.

At last we left the theatre with the agreeable feeling that was the best movie we've ever watched, although we actually watched only a few minutes of it. And when Joey asked me if I was hungry I had to bit my lip and resist the impulse of answering that I was starving, but not exactly for food...

We both decided the best we could do was to come back to the hotel. The day had been amazing but also long, and now all we needed was to leave the mob behind and have some minutes only by ourselves.

"I'll take you to the hotel and then..." Joey hesitated a bit, "then I'll go back to mine."

"You don't need to hurry." I spit it out. My face got red, but he didn't see it because it was dark. "It's still early, I mean."

Joey nodded in silence and smiled to me. He passed his arm around my shoulders and so we walked through the agitated streets of New York. Withing minutes we reached the hotel. However, I didn't expect a manhole's lid would be loose enough to gulp my right foot when I stepped it. Joey grabbed my arm tight to avoid me reach the ground.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he grabbed my waist with his free hand.

The pain was so strong I couldn't even breathe. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I think I broke my foot."

Joey widened his eyes at my response.

"Oh no, you didn't! At worst you twisted it. I'll help you inside, come."

I tried to walk, but I could barely touch the ground without tears of pain watering my eyes. Joey didn't think twice before lifting me on his arms. "Well, it's not the first time I do it, is it?" he grinned.

I tried to smile, but I ended up grimacing. Hopefully he didn't see it.

In less than two minutes we were entering my room. Joey gently helped me sit on a armchair near the window and then went back to close the door. Then, he pushed my largest suitcase and placed it near to me so it could holdup my foot.

"The pain will ease if you put some ice on it." he said.

"There's ice in the refrigerator, I guess."

Joey opened the small refrigerator and got some ice cubs for me. He put them inside a small plastic bag and placed it on my foot.

"Thank you, Joey." I whispered as he sat on the ground by my side.

"No problem. It's a pleasure to have a reason to spend more time with you."

I felt some shy butterflies inside my stomach when he said that. I smirked and looked down in silence. Suddenly my swollen foot became way too interesting.

"So, uh, what do you wanna do now? Watch TV?"

I shook my head.

"Play cards?" he tried again.

"Nope."

"Do you want me to order something for you to eat?"

"I want you to kiss me again", I said in a low whisper.

I gave him a quick stare and noticed his almond-like eyes looking deeply at me. He chuckled; his crocked jaw even cuter than usual.

"Come here, baby-" he said in a husky voice as he approached his face to mine and grabbed the back of my neck; a suggestive grin playing on his lips.

An unexpected hunger made his mouth devour mine in an urgent kiss. Joey got on his knees so that he was at the same height as I was. His both hands grabbed my face as if I could go up in smoke any time now.

For the first moment I realized we were alone in my room. No one would ever interrupt us now. No one would ever see us.

Joey sighed against my skin and inclined his head to keep kissing me. My heartbeats were so fast I worried he would hear them. Breathless, I passed my arms around his neck and pushed myself to him.

His mouth was warm and wet; he slipped his lips to my ear and whispered in a way that made my skin bristle:

"How's your foot?"

"Terribly painful." I grinned.

He chuckled: "Do you think the pain would ease if I lied you on that bed?"

"Who knows-" I sighed "Give it a try."

Joey got me on his arms without a word and lied me gently on the king size bed. He took off his shoes before joining in, and I felt the warmth of his body as he slithered to me, his body fully touching mine. His face was above mine, his hair swagging in front of his face and tickling my nose.

"How about now, Bella?"

I held his shoulders and pulled him to me. "Way much better, Joey."

I kissed him with hunger, passing my legs around his waist. Joey gave gentle bites on my neck as our clothes slowly left our bodies.

As our bodies moved at the same rhythm making the bed groan, I wondered if it was a dream that I was making love with Joey Richter.