Gang Wars RP

She blushed and looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. “Why are you apologizing?” She managed, her head growing fuzzy again.

"Because I feel guilty for touching you." He said.

Feeling very warm, she glanced over at the wall. “Jonas . . . I like it when you touch me.” She said quietly, her face as well as her whole body hot with intoxication and embarrassment.

Jonas dropped the tank top he was trying to put on when he heard her. He just kind of stood there in shock.

She hugged her arms around herself, face bright red. Walking over and picking up the nightgown, she stared at it as she couldn’t look at him.

Jonas slowly picked up the tanktop and pulled it over his body. He then dropped the dress pants he was wearing and pulled on the sweatpants he was wearing over the boxers.

She turned her back to him, gripping the nightgown. Normally she didn’t care to be seen in her undergarments, but now with Jonas there she felt slightly nervous. So instead she slipped the nightgown on over her dress, then hiked the nightgown up so she could reach behind her beneath the dress and unzip it, sliding it down until it fell at her feet as she rolled the hem of the nightgown down.

Jonas pulled his sweats tight and then he waited for her. "Let me know when you are done." He said.

She turned around, glancing down as she picked up her dress and folded it neatly. “ . . . Finished.”

Jonas turned around and smiled at her.

She flushed slightly and glanced away, going to sit on the bed and take the pins out of her hair.

Jonas walked over to her. "Need help?" He asked.

“Sure.” She said, biting her lip as one pin became entangled in her auburn curls.

Jonas walked over and gently pulled the pin out.

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Her hair fell around her shoulders and down her back. She touched a lock. “Thanks.” She murmured.

He kept pulling the pins out gently. "Not a problem." He said.

Once her hair was fully down and the pins were removed, she reached back and took his hand, pressing it to her cheek.

Jonas blushed. "You okay?" He asked.

She closed her eyes. “Your hands are so cool and gentle. They feel nice.”

He blushed. "Yeah?"

“Yes.” She said softly, turning her head to look at him.

""They've always been colder than the rest of me."

Her face still flushed from the alcohol, she pressed his hand over her forehead. “I agree. You’re quite a warm and positive person.” She smiled a bit to herself.

Jonas just chuckled.

“Can I ask you something?” She leaned back against him comfortably, playing the the hairpins between her fingers.