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Warning: Sex scene.

I glared at the ceiling still not believing in what had just happened. Joey Richter and I had just made love. And to make love with Joey was… oh, it was above and beyond amazing.

He rested his head on my chest and my fingers played with his sweaty hair as we tried to catch our breath. I relaxed my legs and eased the grasp around his waist; he was still inside me. He leaned over his face to look at me, his checks red, his body so warm it felt like he had a fever, and he said nothing. Joey merely smiled and kissed me softly. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but that would sound too much like fangirling, or even creepy. I loved Joey, but I'd keep that secret to me.

He touched my forehead with his own: "Are you happy?" he sounded like a teenager boy.

"I've never felt this way before."

"And how do you feel?"

"Very good, very happy." I sighed and caressed his sweaty face. "And you?"

"I've never been so complete." his voice was sweet.

I couldn't resist kissing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made him turn on his back. Now he was the one lying on the bed and I was above him, sitting on his lap. Joey's arms surrounded me as he kissed me back.

"I'm still hungry, you know" he whispered against my lips.

He didn't need to say it; I could perfectly feel his hunger between my legs.

I moaned in response. Joey's hands grasped my hips and my tights, pulling my body closer to his. We did it again.

The sun had already risen when I blinked and opened my eyes. I looked to my left side and saw Joey sleeping on his tummy, his whole body naked. I beamed. He's had the option of leaving, but he chose to sleep with me and that made me feel the luckiest girl in the word.

I got up and collected my underwear from the floor. Then, I wore a long sleeveless shirt and braided my hair. It was just when I felt Joey move behind me and his hands involve my hips.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a gruff, sleepy voice.

"To get breakfast."

"Hmmm—" he yawned, "can't we order it and never leave this room, ever?" He got on his knees and hugged me from behind, "Did you sleep well?"

"I sure did. You?"

Joey couldn't help to sound like a teenager again: "It was an amazing night-" he brushed his face on my hair "I'm hoping you'll want to repeat it soon." he kissed my check.

He tried to kiss my mouth, but I didn't let him.

"What?" he objected, worried.

"I have morning breath."

He groaned impatiently. "I don't care."

I laughed and turned to him, and we both collapsed on the bed.

"For a moment I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"You silly boy." I bit his lower lip.

Apparently biting Joey's lip had the same effect as pressing the button "on". He kissed me in a fierce way, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, and my hips with the other one. He gave my hair a soft pull as he licked all the way down my neck, stopping at my shoulders to give it small bites and hickeys. No doubt Joey was fully awake.

Soon my underwear was back to the floor.

We would actually never leave the room if it wasn't for our stomach crying for some food. We both took a quick shower — Joey suggested that we saved water and took the shower together, but this would delay our breakfast for at least one more hour — and went to a nearby Starbucks. My foot, by the way, didn't hurt anymore. Joey was right when he suggested that going to the king size bed would help to ease the pain.

I had four days left in New York and I spent them with Joey. We needed a lot of determination not to remain locked in my room the whole day, so we forced ourselves to go out and visit the touristic places I had in mind. We reserved the days to walk around the city and the nights to ourselves. Joey slept with me every night we had left.

At some point his phone rang — I remember we were having pizza for dinner when it happened — It was Joe Walker calling him. I could hear Joe's voice for I was side by side with Joey.

"Hey man." he answered the phone.

"I just wanted to know if you're still alive." Joe mocked him.

Joey laughed. "Yeah man, I'm ok."

"Now seriously, are you going back to Los Angeles?"

"I've got to, yeah. Why?"

"I thought you were moving to Brazil." Joe said nonchalantly.

Joey chuckled: "The news always gets spread quickly, doesn't it?"

"Jamie said she's been trying to talk to you, but you won't answer the phone since you went out with that fan; she's wondered if you had run away with the girl."

"I haven't. Not yet."

I heard Joe's laugh. "Not yet? I never heard you talk like that."

"You're hearing now." Joey shrugged.

"Seriously, man. What the fuck are you thinking to disappear without a word? We're all worried about you."

"There's nothing wrong in going out with a girl—"

"I know, that's not what I'm talking about, Joey." I noticed Joe's annoyance by his voice tone.

"What is it then?" Joey was also getting irritated.

"We're a team, buddy. Better, we're a family. Don't act as if you had just died in the arms of a fan."

"Don't talk about her like that. She's not just a fan anymore; she's the girl I'm going out with."

I realized it was time to take a walk and let Joey finish his call with some privacy. I mimed trying to tell him I'd go outside for a minute, but Joey shook his head and grabbed my hand, telling me to stay.

"She's the girl you're having sex with, that's all."

I widened my eyes and swallowed my last piece of pizza. I almost choke.

Joey tried to make his voice even. "If I am, how's this your problem?"

Joe stuttered something, but decided that arguing with Joey wouldn't bring them anywhere.

"All right, man. Take care. Call me the fuck back when you're home." His voice was rough.

"I'll call you the fuck back, don't worry." Joey's tone was as rough, "If I don't, you can positively realize I've run away with her." He rang off.

I couldn't believe in what I've just witnessed and I couldn't stare at him as well. Snorting furiously, Joey pushed his phone fiercely back to his pocket.