Y/N POV
I just got off of work and walked into my house, which I share with my roommate, Joe Burrow. The bengals quarterback. He was playing at 4 today, so I made some diner and sat to watch the game. I was eating. The bengals were in the lead. I realized that Joe took some bad hits and that they would leave a lot of bruises.
I had the urge to take care of him. He was single but just recently. I was the one who actually got him to be somewhat like himself after the breakup. I liked Joe more than I should, but I couldn't help it. I knew the real Joe, not the football Joe or the media Joe that everyone else sees. I get to see Joe, who has messy hair and wakes up at noon the day after game days.
It was half time, so I decided to send a quick text to Joe.
'You're doing great cheering you on from home❤️'
I wasn't expecting a text back. I didn't receive it, but I did see that at least he read the text. A couple hours later, the game was over, and the bengals won. It would be another 2 hours before Joe got home. So I went into my room to read a little before bed.
I woke up to joe coming home. I could hear him close the door and start to come up the stairs. He was grunting, so he was clearly really sore. I got out of bed to check on him and congratulate him on the win. I heard him go in the bathroom.
I walked out and started my way towards the bathroom. When I made it to the bathroom door, I looked up and saw a big purple bruise on Joe's back. I gasped, "Joseph Lee Burrow!" He turned around to face me face red. I immediately realized that he was very much shirtless, and I could see every inch of his torso and good lord.
I got out of my daze and went up to him and turned him around to inspect the bruise. "It's not that bad," Joe whispered. I lightly pressed on it, and he hissed in pain. "It's not that bad," I replied back sarcastically. I ran him an ice bath and started to dig for some ointment and lotion for the giant bruise.
As Joe sat in the ice bath for 10 minutes. Once he got out, I ordered for him to lay on his stomach on his bed. I crawled on top of him and straddled his lower back. I started to message the bruise lightly so I wouldn't hurt him. After I messaged the bruise and put on the ointment. I rolled off and lay beside him, looking up at the ceiling. He turned towards me. "Thanks for taking care of me,"
"It's fine, Joe. I don't mind." I said, turning my head to look at him. When I turned to look at him, I realized how close we were I could feel his breath on my face. I took a glance at his lips before realizing what was happening and shot up from the bed.
"Well, you're welcome, and congrats on the win, goodnight." I rushed out of the room and went into mine. I closed the door and leaned on it. My thoughts started to run. 'We were so close that we could have kissed.' I walked to bed and climbed in. I am not able to fall asleep due to my thoughts.
It was now morning at some point last night that I fell asleep. I woke up and walked downstairs into the kitchen. The closer I got to the kitchen, the more I smelled the amazing scent of breakfast. Once I walked into the kitchen. I saw Joe at the stove turned away from me, making breakfast. He was shirtless, and I could see the bruise was smaller than when he first got home.
"Hey," I announced my presence. He turned around to look at me "Hey I'm making us breakfast." He smiled and turned back to cook. "You don't have to cook for me." I sat at the bar." He didn't turn around this time to answer. "Yeah, it a thank you for taking care of me last night." Joe turned around and started to plate the food he set the plate in front of me and then went around to sit by me at the bar. We ate in silence, and every so often, his knee would brush up against mine.
After we finished, I collected both our plates and started to wash them. Joe came up behind me and laid his head in my shoulder, watching me wash the dishes. We sometimes did this it was a normal thing, but this time, it felt different.
I put the plate I was washing back in the sink and turned around. So I was facing joe. We looked at each other for a few seconds. We are just letting the closeness sink in. I glanced down at his lips. But the same thing happened again, just like last night. I started to panick. I ran away and into my room and shut the door. I slid down the door and started to have a panicked attack.
Joe came up the stairs. I heard him knock on my door. "Y/n, will you let me in?" I don't think he was talking about the door. I opened the door and let him in. I was still panicking, so he sat down beside me and pulled me so I was sitting in his lap. He held me into his arms until I calmed down.
I eventually calmed down, and we just sat in silence. My head was on his chest. I slowly looked up, and we made eye contact. We just sat there and stared at each other for what felt like forever. We slowly started to get closer. I wanted to fight it. We're roommates and roommates. Don't kiss each other. I started to give in and just let the kiss happen.
We were about to kiss when we hit foreheads together. I pulled away and laughed. I got up and held my hand down to help Joe up. We were chest to chest. I looked up, and this time, we kissed. My heart felt like it was on fire. Once we pulled away for air. I started to second guess what we just did. Joe could tell that I was second-guessing and kissed me again. "Don't overthink it. I like you." I looked up at him."I like you too." We kissed again.
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