Andrea walked back over to her boyfriend and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, "I'm sorry I took so long."
"No problem," Joey smiled back down to her and guided her to the other side of the room outside. Andrea immediately got cold in the dark, December air and Joey wrapped his arms around her. The feeling of her in his arms was completely incredible to him. He never wanted the moment to end.
"Andrea, I've been meaning to tell you something," he said with her wrapped up in his embrace. When she looked up at him, he lightly kissed the end of her nose and looked into her blue eyes.
"What is it?" she asked, curious up to him. He had already told her he loved him, and she had said the same back, so what now?
"Andy, you don't know how bad I love you," Joey seemed to shine down upon her when he spoke, "I've loved you ever since the little, ahem, private dance we shared 10 months ago at the strip club. You know I don't love you just because you made me touch you, but do you know how bad I want to make love to you?"
"Joey, I want to stay a virgin until marriage," she said not thinking, forgetting she wasn't a virgin, even before she met Joey.
"Andy, you're not a virgin, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, corny as it may sound, but I want you," he quickly gave her a very passionate kiss, lifting her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his torso, losing herself in his kisses.
"Joey, I don't know if I'm ready�" she whispered gently as he unlocked the back door to his car, kissing his way down her neck and shoulders.
"I know it's not the most romantic place you imagined," he eventually crawled over on top of her, closing the door with his foot and starting to remove his shirt, "but I'll make sure I won't hurt you."
"I don't know if this is a mistake or not, I'm confused," Andrea was muttering out of her panting as he took her shirt off, kissing his way down her chest. Whether or not she could control it, they were going to have sex. There was no use of her fighting it. He was like an iron block on top of her, completely in control and too large to move off of her.
But why should she feel this way? After all, she was in love with him.