Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 7: Should've, Could've, didn't.

{Joeys Pov}

I finally arrived back at my large home. I walked back and forth across my large living room, sliding my hand up and down my black and white furniture that was modern and always cleaned. I put my face in my hands and shook my head.

'You don't love him, stupid. And he doesn't love you. You guys just have sex, and that's all it'll ever be.'

The voice inside my head boomed and I tried to shake it away.

Joey: Shut up! I do love him!

I covered my mouth with my hands, as if any of my maids heard me, and even if they did they wouldn't care.

'Then why didn't you kiss him?'

I growled and walked quickly into my kitchen, over to a silver locked box. I unlocked it with a key that always either hung on a necklace around my neck or in my pocket. I grabbed a small wag and wiped my hands, like I always did. I never wanted anyone else to touch the contents in the box. It was my OCD.

As stupid as it does sound, it's important to me.

'You're freaking out because you think he actually loves you.'

Joey: Shut up! I'll kiss him tomorrow, okay!?

My small husky, Wolf, came running at my feet. He looked up at me with a smile on his face and his two different colored eyes glowing. I patted him on the head and went to my bedroom, that was larger than the livingroom.

I flopped down on the large master bed that had pure white sheets. Something about that color always relaxed me, and I found comfort in something clean.

Which I suppose is strange, because I'm anything but clean.

Well, I'm all for my always clean house, and my ever so neat desk, but, um, yeah.

Joey: I cant kiss him, he's not my boyfriend.

I mumbled to myself, as wolf jumped up on my bed and laid down at my feet.

I have him this 'who the fuck are you?' look like I did every night, because I wasn't gonna even try to keep him in his bed anymore.

I got back up and threw on a looser pair of boxers, and threw my day clothes down the laundry shoot.

There was a knock at my bedroom door.

I got under my blanket again, and said 'Come in'.

One of my male maids, who was suppose to be gone in five minutes, walked in.

Daniel: A man who goes by the name Shane Yaw/Dawson was knocking, and he's in the living room now.

I got out of bed and through my black silk robe on, not caring to tie it.

Joey: Excuse yourself of assisting, Daniel. You can just leave now, I don't wanna be the bad guy and hold you after hours.

Daniel: Okay, then. Luke is arriving for his shift in ten minutes.

Joey: Okay, request he stay upstairs. I do not care to be bothered.

Daniel nodded and held the door open for me as I walked out, following behind but going out the front door, leaving Shane and I in my living room.

Shane sat neatly on my couch, hands folded together and in his lap. He looked up at me as I walked in, and I poured some red wine sitting on my coffee table into two of the three wine glasses, and handed him one. He smiled and took it. I sat close beside him on the large couch.

Shane: It's a lovely home you have...

Shane rubbed his neck awkwardly.

Joey: How'd you know this was my home?

Shane: You had given be a card with your number and address on it.

Joey: Oh, yeah.

I blushed and looked down at my feet, embarrassed that I had forgotten something like that.

I laid my hand on Shane's leg gently, and he looked down to see it, then up again at me.

Joey: What brings you here?

Shane bit his lip.

Shane: I didn't want to be home alone, and I missed you. It sounds stup-

Joey: No, it doesn't. I missed you too.

Shane blushed.

Shane: So...

Joey: You can sleep with me in my room,-

Shane looked up at me surprised.

Joey: Or one of my guest bedrooms or something. Sleep wherever you like, it-

Shane: Can I sleep with you?

I looked up at him surprised that he wanted to, but also grateful secretly.

Joey: Of course.

We finished talking and drinking our wine, and Luke came in to wash the empty glasses.

Joey: I thought I had Daniel tell you I requested you stay upstairs.

Luke: I heard no such thing.

Luke said, stepping back.

I groaned and asked him to head upstairs, and I grabbed Shanes hand and led him into my bedroom.

He got undressed in front of, slowly and confidently taking his nice clothes off.

Shane laid down in bed beside me, blushing like wild and a couple of inches away from his bare upper body from touching mine, since I had taken my robe off.

I turned the small lamp that was set on my bedside table off, leaving us in the dark.

I could hear Shanes breathing, and laid awkwardly with Wolf back at our fleet again.

Shane: It's just me, I don't bite.

Shane whispered to me, trying to maybe calm down my breathing that echoed off the large walls.

Joey: You bit my shoulder today.

I joked, and he laughed too,

Shane: Well I needed something and your shoulder was just there.

My breathing calmed down a little, and I felt Shane bravely lay his head on my chest, and I looked down at him and he met my gaze.

I reached my head down to his to kiss his forehead, and he smiled against my bare chest. I wrapped my arms around him, only wanting to pull him closer, close enough to feel something deeper than sex, and work. Maybe something that people constantly question whether it exists or not.

Maybe love?

No, Joey. Don't fall in love. It'll only break you more.

I thought, and fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him.