Though he knew Kobe was going home today, Jonas had forced himself to practice and write for several hours prior to apparating over to see her. She needed time to herself, and he didn't want to come off as creepy with his eagerness. He wasn't even sure if she even liked him beyond the music or a friendship. Still, there he was, anxious as a teenager, standing outside her door. He checked his breath, but it did nothing to alleviate his nerves.
Jonas rapped on the door with his knuckles and rolled his lips together in anticipation. He distractedly patted his left palm on top of his right fist as he waited. His hands fell to his sides, and his lip from his mouth, when the door opened.
Bloody hell. Jonas blinked at Kobe as she clung to the door in an adorable fashion. "Hey, love," he replied with a slow, lopsided smile.
Kobe was gorgeous; he wanted to pounce her -- which he more of less did when he stepped forward to pull her into a kiss. Jonas cupped face in his hands and gently held onto her lips with his. He sometimes wished he had a little more self-control; this was not one of those times.
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