f*ck it • joji miller

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"I believe we have unfinished business." Joji whispers, pressing his chest to my back.

He snakes his arms around my stomach and proceeds to kiss my neck. I move my hands to his forearms and grip onto him tightly. When he drags his lips to my ear, I instantly get goosebumps.

"Can we..." I stutter, attempting to turn around so I'm facing him. As soon as I spin around, he kisses me hard, and holds my waist tightly. My lips move in sync with his and I grab onto his shirt to balance myself. Although I'm not a smoker, I can't help but love the way he tastes – this is stupid, but it makes me feel as if I'm getting involved with something dangerous. My thoughts are interrupted when he grabs my ass hard. I melt in his arms and start to kiss him more gently. He pulls away from me just after he leaves a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

"Fuck." He whispers, letting go of my waist. We stand there for a few seconds in silence, but then Joji's phone rings. Looking at the screen, he says, "Shit. I'll be inside in a minute, okay?"

I nod and I use my copy of the apartment key to open to door. Shutting the door behind me, I pause for a second to think about what had just happened, and smile to myself.

Joji's P.O.V.

I groan as I accept the call from Ian.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I answer, tapping my foot at a fast pace.

"Hello to you too." He says.

I roll my eyes, although he can't see. I then say, "Sorry, you interrupted something important. What's up?"

I hear him laugh for a few seconds and then he replies, "I just wanted to know more about this girl of yours. How long have you known her for again? Have you had se-"

"Ian! You'll meet her tomorrow. And don't pull any dumb shit either." I interrupt.

"Okay Georgey. Wanna help me edit a video tonight?" He asks.

I sigh and tell him, "I am going out with Octavia tonight."

"Damn, okay," Ian responds, "Wear protection, alright man?"

I hang up the phone and enter our apartment.

"Octavia?" I call out, taking my jacket off and throwing it on the couch. I walk over to her room and knock on the door. She tells me to come in and I twist the knob on the door.

"Hi." She greets as she lays on the bed and opens her laptop.

"Uh, hey," I start, "Can we make out?"