JOE (Joe Sugg Fanfic)

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"I like them," Joe smirked, "But they would look sexier if they were on you."

"Joe!" I playfully scolded.

"Minx, I'm serious," Joe said with a huge grin on his face.

"Not yet," I said, taking everything off of my bed.

"Yet?" Joe smirked.

"We'll see," I winked as I got into bed.

Joe laid down with his laptop next to me and focused on editing.

"Minx, I don't want to just 'get in your pants,' I really like you," Joe explained, his tone traced with guilt.

"Joe, I didn't take it like that at all," I said, sitting up in bed.

"Okay, I just didn't want you to think I'm hanging around you for that," Joe said.

"Of course not," I said, leaning in and giving Joe a kiss.

Joe moved his laptop to the side and I straddled his lap, giving Joe a deep kiss and playing with the hem of his shirt. I don't want Joe to think I don't want him, because I do. Joe put his hands on my lower back and slid them down to my bottom, giving my bum a little squeeze before breaking the kiss.

"Not tonight," Joe said seriously.

"What? Why not?" I questioned.

Oh, how the tables have quickly turned.

"Because I don't want you to feel pressured. You initially said, 'No,' so, not tonight," Joe said giving me a kiss.

"Okay," I groaned, getting off of Joe's lap.

"Goodnight Minx," Joe whispered as I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning in a really good mood.

"Minx," Joe mumbled, as he wrapped his arm around me, across my chest.

"Joe!" I said getting up.

"Lay back down with me," Joe grumbled.

"No, let's do something!"

"I have something in mine," Joe smirked.

"Joe, are you always nursing a semi?" I laughed.

"D.amn," Joe said, "Only around you," He added, winking.

"Well, I know morning sex is good for you," I giggled.

"Exactly!" Joe laughed.

I shook my head, mentally deciding I wasn't ready yet. Instead, I went into my bathroom and took a shower.

After I dressed in the new clothes I had bought yesterday. I left the bathroom and checked my phone. Another missed call. This time from an unknown number, and they had left a voicemail. Joe was still in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, so I sat on my bed and listened to the voicemail.

"Hello, this is Valerie from St. Thomas' Hospital. I am calling on behalf of your father, Gordon Levins. If you can call me back, that would be great. My number is +44-xx-xxxx-xxxx."

Oh my gosh. What happened?! I quickly scribbled down the number on a piece of paper and dialed it into the phone.

"Hello, St. Thomas' Hospital, how can I help you?" A female answered the phone.

"Hi, I was called saying my dad, Gordon Levins, was admitted?"

"Yes, I'll tranfer you to the department he is held in right now," She said sweetly before tranferring me.