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Chapter 22

We arrived in Ocean City and I could smell the salty air. God, I haven�t been to the beach in a while. Every time I had a chance to come down, something always came up at the hospital.

We get to the hotel and I just want to crawl into bed. After the past day�s events, I just need to forget for awhile. If I can�t go to bed, then I just want to get lost in Joey. Even if I didn�t �rescue� her that night, we may met eventually since, Ben, I mean Dawson and Andie were working together. I wonder if Jack knows? I�d give him a ring, but I don�t want to give anything away. It wouldn�t be safe. After all, he is Andie�s brother.

We pull into a parking space and she shuts off the engine. She pulls out the key and we just sit there. Not moving. Not talking. Just silence. Staring at the building before us. The past events swarming in our heads. Although the thoughts are horrific, this moment we�re having is so comforting. We�re communicating through silence.

�I guess we should go in.� Joey says in the simplest tones. So sweet, laced with anger, frustration, and being scared.

�Sure. That sounds like a good, idea.� The moment is gone and now the eerie feelings are creeping their way in between us. The silence, our worst friend. Paranoia.

We walk to the main door, bags in hand. The walk is a short one, yet seeming to go on forever. Once inside, we�re greeted by an over-caffeined bell-hop. �Hi! And how are you two doing to day?� His perkiness makes me want to strangle him. Before I get a chance, Joey interrupts, �Could you just tell us where the sign-in desk is?�

�Well, it�s right over there. Glad I could be of service.� He clasps his hand together and grins widely. �Enjoy your stay.�

�It will be fine as long as I don�t encounter any more people like you.� I mumble to myself. Only Joey heard me.

�Pacey.� I get a stern glare and smack on the arm.

�What? can I help it if I don�t like perky people? Personally, they scare me.� She looks at me unbelievingly. �You cannot honestly say that perky people don�t annoy you.�

�I never said that, I just choose not to be rude.� And with that she walks to the desk.

She comes back to me with two key cards in her hand and gives one to me. �We can stay as long as we like, but we have to pay before we leave.�

�Sounds good.� We walk over to the elevators and she presses the up button. �So uh, what floor are we on?� I ask her, hoping she sees the double meaning to that question. I see the blush creep up her neck and she�s looking a little flustered.

The doors open and she doesn�t say anything. She drops her suit case in the elevator and pulls me in behind her. She pushes a button and the doors close. Her lips are on mine, her tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. My hands grab her hips bringing her to me forcefully, hitting my bad leg only to cause be to kiss her back, trying to me the dominant one. Her hands are around my neck, one getting tangled in my hair.

I push her back against the cold wall and she gasps. Whether it�s from what I�m doing to her or from hitting the wall. My lips trail from her mouth, to her jaw line, alternating between kisses and licks. I move down to her neck and I find her sensitive spot, where her neck meets her shoulder. I suck feverishly on the sink there only to stop once or twice to lightly blow on the skin.

Her breathing is ragged as she remove s her hands from the back of head to the waist line of my pants, trying to pull out the hem of my shirt. She proceeds to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers are unsteady as she takes a button from it�s hole. I move back up to kiss her. She finishes her task at hand and moves to remove the wife beater from my pants as she slips her cold hands up underneath my shirt. Her nails grazing my skin, causing shivers up my spine and fire in it�s wake. I groan when she reaches a nipple and begins to play with it.

Then we heard it. That stupid ding to tell us that we reached our floor. We pull away from each other as the doors open, revealing a family of four. Joey looks flustered, with her hair going every which way and there�s me with my un-tucked, unbuttoned shirt along with the mussed up wife beater. We look like hell and I�m glaring at the family. They covered their child�s eyes and whispering in hushed voices. But soon is forgotten because the doors close and Joey grabs my hand once again and pulls my to the room. She slides the card through the slot, opens the door and pulls me inside. We drop our bags and she leaps back towards me, beginning to finish off what we left undone on the elevator.