Joe was only supposed to be here for a few months to scrape together some cash so he could flee the country. He'll, he hated Los Angeles and all the people that inhabited it. But then he met you. And just like that, he remembered that he needed love.

It was painful, having to lie to you. Stalk you. You were a little more private than Beck was. Well, actually quite a bit more private. None of your life was plastered on the internet for all to see. When he finally got access to your profile, you only ever posted food photos.

God, he loved you. What he wouldn't give to hear you call him Joe instead of the fake name Joe stole from the man in the cage. Will this, Will that. Just once... he wished you could know his secret. But you couldn't. That was reckless and could put your future in danger.

He was currently standing in his kitchen watching you cook with a smile. "Hey, you." Joe wrapped his hands around your hips.