Joey laid on top of Andrea. They had just made love and Joey couldn't have been happier. It unfortunately had to be one of those "15 minute" ones, so he eventually got off of her, looking at her with a scared eye.
She doesn't love me, was running through his mind as Andrea got up and had a sad look on her face.
"Andy, I am so sorry, it was a mistake, wasn't it? I should have listened to you, you weren't ready, I was taking things too quickly, I'm such a jerk," he scolded himself as she was putting her bra back on.
"Joey, don't say that," Andrea ran her hands through his sweaty hair, "I do love you, I don't know if I was ready or not, but I don't regret doing that."
He had somehow slipped his boxers on during that statement and looked at her sincerely, "You mean it?"
"Of course," she smiled and leaned over and kissed him. She ran her hands lightly around his neck, letting her fingernails dig lightly into his lower scalp. She knew that drove him crazy and he ran his hands down her back, starting to unhook the bra strap again.
"No, not again," Andrea pulled away as soon as he was done unclasping the strap and quickly snapped it back up herself, "I'm sorry Joey. The guys are probably worried about us, we should go back in."
"Okay," Joey sighed in a lovesick daze, "I love you."
"I love you too."
But she still didn't know if she genuinely meant it. She was still confused about everything. The strip club, the kiss on the bus, the serenades, the sex, she didn't know what would happen in the future that would confuse her even more.
They finished redressing themselves and got out of the back of Joey's car. Joey and Andrea both felt really awkward as they walked back into the ballroom. JC was watching them suspiciously. He knew Andrea was keeping something from them, and as he played with the bag of weed hidden behind him, he was determined to find out.
Some way.