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can we kiss forever? | jonah

I sat across the room from him. His arms rested on his knees, hands folded together as he leaned forward a bit. I couldn't help but stare at him. His facial features crafted to fit him perfectly, and everything was molded after that.

I leaned my elbow on the arm of the chair, pressing my cheek into my palm. The other boys were scattered around the room waiting for the girls to come. Jonah glanced over at me, catching my stare. I blushed, pulling out my phone to distract myself.

When the girls came back, Jonah instantly got up to drag Tate out of the room. I felt more guilty now then I ever have.

Jonah pressed me up against the back of the tour bus, slamming his lips into mine. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his torso. My arms traveled around his neck, pulling his hair slightly, making him moan. He carried me inside to the back of the bus where the storage was kept, closing the door. He hands roamed my body, pulling my shirt over my head. His lips found my neck, sucking lightly, not leaving any marks. Just as we were about to go further, the door opened. Corbyn instantly closed it after seeing us. Jonah and I just looked at each other, putting our clothes back on. When we walked out, all the guys starred at us. Great.

The boys all looked over at me. I quickly got up, walking out of the room. Tate and Jonah stood out the door, both looking at me as I walked towards the bus outside. I didn't want to look or talk to either of them. What I did was wrong and I know it. But I couldn't resist the urge to feel his touch again.

I ran last fans at the gates, waving to a few before getting on the bus. Not even an hour later, I heard someone else come on the bus. I was in my bunk, trying to forget about everything.

I then heard talking from others, knowing they were all on the bus now. The girls only came to the show, they weren't actually on tour with them like I was. The only reason I am, is because I'm their managers daughter.

I faced the wall, not wanting any of them to talk to me. A few minutes passed, the talking quieted. I felt someones hand run up my stomach, the rings cold against me. I looked over, seeing Jonah smirking. I gave a confused look before he pulled me out of my bunk.

I didn't realized we drove anywhere until he took me outside. He held my hand as we started going towards a field. So many things were going through my mind right now that when he stopped, I kept walking.

He grabbed my waist, pulling me against his chest. He leaned down, kissing me passionately.

"Jonah, I don't understand."

"I told Tate what happened."

"Why would you do that?" I panicked, knowing she'll never talk to me again.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I told her how I felt. She knew weren't close anymore and she understood."

His smirk gave me butterflies. Anything he did gave me butterflies. I looked back and forth in his eyes before roughly kissing him.

"Can we kiss forever?" I breathed out once we pulled away.

"We can," He hummed, pecking my lips, walking back to the bus slowly.