Headlock | Joe Jonas

Drunk | 24

Lex's POV:
I walked into Joe's room, and took in the scent of his cologne. His room was neat. As if he hadn't been in it yet, but I could smell he had. I sat gently on his bed, unbuckling my heels.

Flashbacks of Joe and I earlier in Franklin's room consumed my thoughts. His hands helping me with my shoes. His arms around me. His body heat. It became intoxicating and before I knew it, my cheeks were flushed and my breathing was uneven.

I stood up and paced the room, trying to fan myself. Maybe tonight will be the night that I just tell Joe all of my feelings. Even if he doesn't like me back, it will be out there and I won't have to keep trying to hide it.

Joe's POV:
"Nick, what else do you need help with? I've got plans tonight."

"You? Plans? With who?"

"With Lex."

"Lex?? Are you gonna finally tell her how you feel?"

"She has to know already. There's no way she doesn't."

"Have you ever actually told her?"

"No..."

He laughed and packed up the last few decorations that Priyanka wanted to keep. "Then, my guess is she doesn't know how you feel. Go. We're done here. Go get your girl."

I ran as fast as I could to the elevator. I pressed the 6 and silently waited. My mind brought my thoughts to my moment with Lex earlier. Her arms around me on the dance floor. Everyone in the room able to see that the two of us were intertwined. Her captivating perfume sitting right under my nostrils. My hands fitting into every curve on her body. I shook myself out of my thoughts when I felt the elevator stop on the sixth floor.

My head was dizzy from my thoughts of Lex, and I stepped out breathing heavy. The air in the elevator suddenly felt suffocating. I gave Lex my only key card so I had no choice but to knock.

knock knock knock

I heard her shuffle to the door and slowly open it, revealing herself before me.

"Hi."

"Hi." She moved out of the room to let me glide in. I felt her eyes on me and it was making me jealous that mine weren't returning the favor.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"I did. Your brother knows how to throw a party."

I undid my tie and removed my dress shoes. "He certainly does. Would you like to get more comfortable?"

She looked down and then back at me. "This is all I have." The thought of her out of the dress made my chest pound. I went to my bag and handed her one of my t-shirts. "Here. I dont need it." She smiled and went in to the bathroom to change.

I rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants and headed to the mini bar in the room. No way I'm gonna get through sitting in a room with Lex in my shirt, talking about our feelings, being sober. I took a shot and froze when I heard the door creak open. "Joe?"

"Yeah?" I turned around to see her still in her dress. "Are you okay?"

"Can you help me with my zipper? It's stuck."

No, Lex. Because if I help you I will lose all sense of control. "Yes, of course I will help you."

She turned around and moved her curls that she let down, out of the way. The smell of her hair and skin were doing a better job at getting me drunk than the tequila. My hands shook as I held her zipper. I had to readjust my whole body to focus on her dress and not what was underneath.

I pulled the zipper down and her dress fell to the floor. My God she's testing me. She's testing me and I'm failing. She stepped out of the puddle that was her dress and looked back at me over her shoulder. "Thank you, Joe. I'll be out in a minute." I couldn't take my eyes off of her body as she walked back into the bathroom. I bit my hand and unbuttoned my shirt. I need another shot.

I got myself together and sat on the bed. She smiled, walking out in just my t-shirt and her curls down. "You're not going to get comfortable?"

I looked down and laughed. "I don't know why I didn't." Yes I do, it's because I cant think straight when you are near me.

She sat down next to me and pulled my shirt off my shoulders. Please don't do that. I will fall apart at your touch. "Let me help you. Since you helped me." Her fingertips sent chills down my back. I changed my mind. Please don't stop.