Joe Jonas love story

13. The Aftermath

^^^World war III~ Jonas Brothers

When our lips met, sparks were definitely felt for the both of us.

It was the weirdest yet most amazing moment of my life.

With our hands still holding each other's, my spare hand rested on his cheek, and his on my waist.

Our lips moved in sync in a slow and passionate way.

Soon however, we got more and more out of breath to the point where we were clinging on to each other, to afraid to let go.

The slow kiss then turned into more of a makeout session when he guided me to sit on his lap on the sofa and he grabbed both sides of my waist. I had one hand still on his right cheek, and the other pulling his curly locks.

He started to kiss the side of my jaw and I pulled harder on his hair.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Joe! Are you in there?"

We broke apart suddenly, both of us breathing heavily.

I looked at him, alarmed.

"What do I do?" I hissed quietly.

"Uh, I don't know? Go hide in the bathroom and come out after I've gone."

"Ok." And with that, I rushed into the bathroom.

I closed the door, leaned my head against it and sighed.

I looked in the mirror, still breathless.

I just made out with Joe Jonas.

Somer is going to die.

I think I'm already dead.

I heard Joe clear his throat and walk to the door, opening it.

"Hey. What do you need?" He asked, weirdly normally.

"They need you for an interview."

"OK. Let's go."

When they left, I decided to wait another 5 minutes before I left just to be certain I wasn't going to get caught sneaking out of Joe's dressing room.

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Joe's Pov:

I closed the door behind me, praying Kelly doesn't notice anything weird or different.

We started walking down the hall having a normal conversation and luckily she didn't mention anything.

"What took you so long?" She asked.

Dammit! I jinxed it.

"Uhh, I was, um, changing..." I said.

I mentally slapped my forehead.

I am the worst liar ever.

She looked at me suspiciously.

"Is that lipstick?" she pointed.

My hand flew to my mouth.

"No." I said quickly.

"Then what is it?"

By then we had luckily gotten to the end of the hall, where we would split ways.

"Um, I'll catch up with you later yeah? Gotta run." And I practically sprinted the opposite way to where she was going.

That was close.

In that moment, I took the time to think about what just happened.

Olivia and I made out.