Okay, so I wasn't sure if I was going to post this, but I couldn't help it! This was the first scene EVER that I wrote in Jonah's POV (that tells you how long ago I wrote this, I wasn't even done writing my first fic!) so it's a little special to me :)

As a bonus, here it is! Oh and I'm working diligently on the next chapter. It should be ready in a few days!

Warning: 19-year old male's thoughts ahead…. ;)

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She made it so hard to focus.

He stole another peek at her, standing there nonchalantly in his jacket and hat, like she had no idea of her effect on him.

"Hey it's off again," Cameron called out, causing the dance to come to a halt, again.

Jonah shot him a frustrated look, then an apologetic one at the dancers, most of who were looking at him in puzzlement.

Dominic seemed to be onto him though, glancing over at Sinead and then back at Jonah, one eyebrow raised. Jonah gave him a look that he hoped said 'leave it man', then said to the entire group.

"Sorry guys. My fault again. Let's take a fifteen minute break, I need to go clear my head for a sec."

Or go kiss Sinead senseless, then ask her what in the heck she was doing. He looked at her now, wearing the same baffled look as everyone else, and started her way.

His dad stepped in his path though, deterring his plan for the moment.

"What's wrong?" he demanded. "I've never seen you distracted like this."

"It's nothin' dad. I'll handle it."

The last thing Jonah wanted to do was confess to his father that it was his girlfriend who was throwing him off so bad. He was used to having the upper-hand when it came to girls and dating, but with Sinead everything was different.

His dad was saying something else, but Jonah cut him off, "Excuse me."

He walked around him, keeping his eyes glued to Sinead, who was still standing there, this time staring back at him with a frown on her face.

He didn't waste any time, going right up to her and ignoring the other three, who were giving him weird looks.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?"

If she said anything in response he didn't hear it; he was already propelling her to the door, trying to shut out images of her in some of his other clothes (like only a t-shirt) from his mind.

Finally, he led her to the room that he and his crew had held a short meeting in that morning. It was somewhere empty and quiet—and somewhere where they wouldn't be disturbed.

"What's going on, are you okay?" she asked him, confusion in her voice.

"No," he stated, turning around to meet her green eyes. "Why are you wearing my stuff?"

He tried to keep his voice even but didn't think he managed, because Sinead immediately started rubbing her arms, a habit or hers when she was unsure about something.

"I was freezing in there and didn't think you would mind." He could hear the slight anger in her voice as she added, "What's the big deal?"

He laughed in disbelief, was she for real?

"You pop up by the dance floor wearing my clothes and you're asking what the big deal is?"

He saw her frown again, biting her lip, and he couldn't resist anymore. All self-control be damned.

"This is your jacket, not your clothes, I don't under—" she started to say, but his lips were already on hers.

She tasted good. That was the first thought that came to his mind. Normally he would build up the kisses slowly (especially with her inexperience, not wanting to freak her out), but all reasoning had been thrown out the window with that lip bite. So he didn't waste any time now, opening up her mouth with his tongue to taste her even more.

Sinead had been frozen up to that point—probably in shock—but as soon as he made that move she moaned into his mouth, making all thoughts but her flee from his mind.

He moved his hands up to the back of her head, holding her there gently even as he continued with the passionate kisses.

You need to stop. While you still can.

But Sinead wasn't making it easy for him, responding like she was and pressing her chest up against his. He doubted she was even aware of what she was doing given her shyness a couple of days ago, so he made himself pull away, willing his mind to not go anyplace further than it already had in the last fifteen minutes.

Jonah loved the way her eyes looked when she raised them to meet his, hazy from passion and dark green. He loved how it was him who could make her feel this way.

"Do you get it now?" he asked, his voice husky.

"No."

She was still staring at him, but the questioning look returned to her face.

He shook his head, muttering in her ear, not wanting to admit it just yet, "You're so innocent sometimes. It makes it so much harder."

The skin under her ear was soft, and he found his lips moving to her jaw, kissing her there.

Her skin is so soft. And it smells so good.

He moved his mouth over it, drinking it in, and Sinead let out a whimper.

Well dang it.

He was off-focus again, intent on her collarbone when her voice came out, all breathy, "Jonah, we can't do this now."

"Why?" he asked. Now seemed like a perfect time to him.

He continued biting her skin gently, marveling again at its softness. His girlfriend was extremely sexy, and most of the time she was so oblivious to it.

"Your dance Jonah. Your music video."

The video, the thought came crashing down on him. My dancers. My dad. Monica. The director.

Reluctantly, he forced himself away from her, trying to think of his set and how everyone would notice if he was gone too long. And they might notice Sinead was missing too. Not good.

"Oh yeah, one of the reasons I brought you in here. I guess I'm just gonna have to spell it out for you."

He let out a sigh and looked up, not wanting to look her in the eye as he admitted, "You look really sexy in my get-up, and it was throwing me off in there."

Sinead was quiet, so he lowered his eyes to see her standing there, staring at him, mouth open in disbelief.

He couldn't help but laugh at her naivety.

"My girlfriend," he said dryly, "The genius when it comes to everything but how much she turns her boyfriend on."

Instead of shooting something back like he expected, she flushed and looked down. It was adorable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she mumbled.

"Hey it's not your fault, and not really something to apologize for. Except that it's really distracting me."

You have no idea how much.

In theory it was kind of ridiculous. It was just his jacket and snapback. But trying to hide their relationship from everyone here as well as taking it slow was driving him insane, making it ten times worse.

Her eyes met his again as she said, "I'll just hang out in your dressing room or something until you're done."

Jonah studied her expression. She didn't look embarrassed anymore. Instead she looked a little too pleased with herself, a smirk growing on her face.

He groaned. "Great, now ya know one of my weaknesses."

Instead of gloating, she surprised him again by grinning and saying, "Hey, it's only fair since you know one of mine."

He rolled his eyes at her but knew that he had to get back soon. He spotted his hat on the floor and picked it up, handing it back to her.

"Here," he stated, feeling guilty about what he was about to say. "And I'm sorry too, I feel like I'm kicking ya out or something. You could come back, just duck down in a corner somewhere for my sanity."

To his relief she just laughed and told him she would be fine and would call her brothers while she waited for him.

Not trusting himself to touch her again, he guided her to the door but kept his distance until the very last second, when he lightly pressed her back as she walked in the door of his dressing room.

Her voice made him halt though, right as he was going to leave.

"Wait, what was the other reason for bringing me out here? Besides to tell me that I was distracting you?"

He blinked at her.

You've gotta be kidding me.

She seemed to catch on though, her eyes lighting up in realization. "Um, never mind," she said before quickly turning away.

Jonah only shook his head and left swiftly, knowing that if he didn't get back soon his dad would be hunting him down, and there were some situations that he didn't want his father catching him in.

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Short, but hopefully sweet… ;)

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