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Oh, right. The door.

Jonas had temporary forgotten where they were, who he was, and so on. It was ridiculous, he was serious when he'd said he was mad for her, already.

He recalled the first time he'd seen her -- what she was wearing, how her hair fell around her face, her smile, how she shyly whispered to her friends whenever his gaze drifted to her -- and the crippling wanton feelings she'd caused in him. Ever since that night, Jonas had difficulty taking his eyes off of Kobe. He'd even flubbed some lyrics once or twice (or more like, five times in total) whenever he spotted her at a Zeus show. He always told himself that he was going to introduce himself, but she made him nervous and he never overcame his own self-doubt before she left the club.

Honestly speaking? This was not a normal occurrence. Jonas Ackerly did not have difficult talking to people, let alone girls. Ever. And then Kobe had sauntered into his life. It had taken a near-fatal experience for him to realize that waiting around was getting him no where and now, here he was, snogging his friend's little sister (aka the woman dreams are made of) and feeling like the luckiest bloke to ever walk this dusty planet.

Murmuring in appreciation, Jonas fell back against the door, shoulders-first. He caught her lips with his own and smiled into a deep kiss that made his arms twitch with goose-flesh. Jonas grunted out a happy noise. Outright pouncing her had clearly been the best idea, ever.

Jonas sidled her waist closer, to be flush with his and allow her to rest against him. He wanted to seize Kobe to himself and kiss her stupid, but kept that idea in-check for fear of hurting her bruised body.

Breaking away for a breath, he panted a chuckle. "Gods, this is turning our better than I'd imagined." he said, nuzzling his forehead to hers. Jonas then became sheepish, again. "I should've said something to you sooner."