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I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands down his smooth bareback. I pouted at his scratches that most definitely were not from me. I slowly ran my fingertips over them and wondered if they hurt him. "Don't think about them," he said his voice all husky and raspy. It drove me to feel all types of ways.
                          
"I'm not," I giggled lightly.
                          
"You are," he laughed as he dug his head into the crook of my neck. I tried to hide my sheepish look as he met my eyes. "I knew it," he shook his head with a smile. I bit my lip and felt my stomach rumble as I thought of him with being with so many different women. It made me feel shy. "Hey," he hummed, pressing a kiss on my neck. "They didn't mean anything to me,"
                          
"I'm sure at least, one of them meant something to you," I laughed. "There must have been one girl that you found yourself wanting to go back to time after time,"
                          
"Yeah, you," he smirked. I rolled my eyes with a smile.
                          
"I'm serious," I whined. "Wait, did you ever get an STD?" I gasped.
                          
"Isa," he laughed. I widened my eyes for emphasis. "No," he insisted.
                          
"Okay, good, because I don't want to get one," I teased.
                          
"You're annoying," he chuckled laying his head on my chest. I played with his hair, content with finally being with him after so long.
                          
"But, come on, there had to be a girl that was your go-to,"
                          
"Why do you want to know so bad," he mumbled.
                          
"I'm just curious," I shrugged with a sigh. "I'm trying to catch up,"
                          
"I want to catch up on other things," he pouted.
                          
"Pero, I want to know," I started, matching his pout.
                          
"Okay fine," he groaned. A smile spread across my face as I knew I had finally worn him down. "So, there was this one girl in Miami, well actually," he paused which scared me because I knew there was something he didn't want to tell me.
                          
"Go on," I encouraged.
                          
"Well, let's start with the one in Los Angeles," he licked his lips.
                          
"What's her name?"
                          
"Katie, I don't know if I even liked her though. I feel bad every time I think about her because I know she genuinely liked me but, I didn't treat her the way she deserved. She knew I was still hung up on you," he said nuzzling his face deeper into my chest. I ran my fingers through his curls and waited for him to continue. "I was messing around with other girls at the time too. She knew that I was never going to make anything official but, I don't know there was something about her," he cleared his throat. "This is weird. I don't want to talk to about this with you,"
                          
"Why?" I gawked.
                          
"It's weird," he laughed lowly.
                          
"You're the one making it weird," I said. "Okay fine, don't talk about this Katie girl, talk about the girl in Miami," I smirked.
                          
"Isa," he began to clear his throat. Which scared me.
                          
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about I get it,"
                          
"It's just that I don't know if you were to tell me everything that went down between you and Max," he paused to shift his head on my chest. "I don't know, I wouldn't like it," he stammered. "I never liked the guy. I don't want to know about you and him,"
                          
"Noted," I laughed lightly. "Wait so does that mean I know the girl," I raised my eyebrows. "Oh," I whispered realizing that the girl was Emilia. He searched my eyes and I broke the eye contact by looking up at the ceiling.
                          
"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly.
                          
"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. You were single," 
                          
"Yeah but, I did it to spite you," he shook his head. "I did it because you got in a relationship with Max and it bothered the shit out of me. I wanted you to find out so that you could get mad or feel something to show that you still cared. But, clearly you never even found out," 
                          
"I'm sorry," I said tracing his jawline and pressing soft kisses on it. "I know," I sighed. "I know that all of this took a toll on you and I'm sorry for taking so long to get back to you and us," I said pushing his curls out of his face. 
                          
"All that matter right now is that you're here," he whispered with a big smile on his face that made me want to melt in his arms. "I want to take you out," 
                          
"Oh yeah?" I said wiggling my eyebrows. "Where?" 
                          
"I don't know, let's be tourists, let's just wander around like the old days," he laughed as he dug his face into the crook of my neck. 
                          
"I'm so down," I giggled wrapping my arms around his neck. 
                          
"Or we could just stay here in bed all day," he pulled away with a smirk as he hovered on top of me. 
                          
"That does sound nice," I laughed as I grasped his biceps which had grown massively since I had last seen him. "I love you," I said wrapping my arms around his neck to bring his face closer to mine for a kiss. He groaned and dropped all of his weight on me. I yelped but couldn't wipe my smile off of my face. 
                          
Getting out of the hotel was interesting, to say the least. We tried to make it so that no one would see us walk out together. Joel left the hotel a couple of minutes before me so that he could meet some fans outside and distract them from seeing me. We didn't really talk about wanting to keep our relationship private, we kind of just silently agreed to it. I was terrified for some reason as I walked through the lobby and into the parking lot. The hotel management had made sure to kick out all of the fans of the hotel lobby to make sure no one saw me. When I drove to the front of the hotel, he was taking pictures with some fans. Alex's hand was gripped on Joel's arm the whole time and guided him towards my car as I tapped on the steering wheel nervously. 
                          
He lightly swung open my car door and gave me a reassuring smile as he got in. Before closing the door Alex popped his head in and said, "me dejan saber cuando llegan para hacer unos arreglos," he winked at us before closing the door. Joel placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed his thumb on it reassuringly. I kept sneaking looks at him to make sure he was really there. 
                          
9 more days till QQS :,)