Sexy Scented Candles: Jonah Simms x Reader
A/N: heyyyyyy everybody. So yeah...this little thing hatched out of my brain over the last couple days due to some *ahem* dreams I've been having lately. What can I say? The heart wants what it wants. So please enjoy this ridiculous thing, I'm sure it's weird and nobody asked for it. But I asked for it, so here it is! Enjoy!
Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, dirty talk, mentions of fantasies/masturbation, inappropriate workplace behavior, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mutual pining, porn with feelings, fingering, fem!reader, coworkers to lovers, rough sex, some embarrassment at the end đ«Ł
"Ugh, he's so sexy when he stocks scented candles," you accidentally say aloud, dreamily as you watch Jonah from across the store. His hands dip into the cardboard box at the top of the stack beside him, pulling out identical jars of Oceanic Breeze and setting them on the shelf. You're mesmerized by the way his long fingers spread across the bottoms of the candles to prevent dropping them, and you wish those hands were firmly grasping the pert mounds of your chest instead. You sigh softly as you lean against the mop in your hand, a puddle of slushie vomit waiting to be cleaned merely two inches in front of you.
"What?" Dina asks, looking up from her clipboard. She takes a second to register what you've said, her expression morphing from confusion into amusement. "Oh, Jonah? Yeah, been there, done that," she says in a reminiscent tone.
"What?" you ask oddly, realizing that your inside thoughts about a certain handsome coworker have slipped out...again. Last time it was when you and Justine were stocking produce together, and Jonah was mopping the floor a few aisles down, just barely in view so you could see his perfect ass. You let some small comment slip, and Justine took it and ran through her usual routine of self-slut-shaming jokes.
"Oh. Really?" you say, deciding to play it cool.
"Yeah, had a bit of a courting with him when he first started here, but it didn't work out," Dina explains, as if this was some mutual arrangement gone awry. Knowing Jonah (and Dina), however, you highly doubt this is the case.
"I see," you reply, sounding a bit too relieved that there are no feelings between them. "Do you..." you start to ask, then pause.
"Do I what?" Dina questions, setting her pen down. She can catalogue the countless employee infractions she's witnessed in the last five minutes later. Watching the new, rather shy young employee squirm is far more interesting.
"Never mind," you scoff, shaking your head and swiping your mop over the mess you were assigned to clean. The last time you asked Dina for dating advice, she said you should take the guy axe throwing, before heading to a vegan restaurant that only serves raw tofu and kombucha. Safe to say you did not do that.
"No, come on! Y/N, It's just us girls here, 'kay? Whatever you wanna know, I've probably got the answer!" Dina says cockily, speaking with her hands to demonstrate her point.
"Alright," you sigh, looking around to see if any other employees are around. You swallow thickly, taking one last look at Jonah, who's now bending down to put the Midnight Satin candles on the bottom shelf. You have no idea where he buys his pants, you wonder if he gets them tailored.
"Do you think...I'd be Jonah's type?" you ask meekly, already feeling stupid now that the words are out.
"Well," Dina starts, looking you up and down. "Your looks are decent, he definitely shoots for women in your league," she says, which feels far more complimentary than it should. "But, if I'm perfectly honest, he likes women that are more..." she gestures with her hands again, looking for the right words. "Aggressive, I guess? No, more like, confident and sure of themselves."
Dina's words ring in your ears, aggressive, confident...words that most certainly don't describe you. You've been working at Cloud 9 for a couple of weeks now, and you just feel like such an outsider. Everyone else knows each other so well, not to mention all the inside jokes you don't get. It's been hard to fit in, though this struggle is nothing new to you. But a few of your coworkers have stood out from the crowd to accept you. Dina, of course, with your shared love of all things aviary. Cheyenne has been really sweet, too, showing you all the tricks of the trade in terms that are less confusing than how Glenn or Amy explain them.
And most of all, there is Jonah. From the second you were introduced to everybody on your first day, he volunteered to train you on your first assignment. It was just counting inventory in the back, but it was the most wonderful few hours of your life. You discussed many things, finding you align almost identically when it comes to politics. You'll admit, sometimes he can come off a bit self-righteous about certain things, but you honestly could spend hours listening to him babble away about the wage gap or the irreversible effects of climate change.
You spend your breaks discussing new Huffington post articles, sharing tahini recipes, and just overall building what feels like the most meaningful friendship of your life. Only problem is, you want more than that. Outside of Jonah's insightful mind and kind nature, you find yourself indescribably attracted to him. He's handsome, and funny, and everything you could possibly want. But despite your few hang-outs outside of work and occasional late-night texting, you're left wondering if he feels the same.
"Look, I wouldn't sweat it, Y/N. Jonah's nice and all, but there's plenty of birds in the sky. Hell, I can name five guys I know right now that would be better for you than him," Dina says, beginning to drone on about her own past flings that she now wants to pass off to you as sloppy seconds. But you don't heed those words, no. You decide, in your mind, that if you want Jonah to see you as more than just a friend or some shy girl he works with, you have to make the first move. You must be confident, make it clear to him that he is what you want.
"Thanks for the advice, Dina. I think it's about time I come out of my shell," you say cheerfully, plopping the mop into its bucket and walking off to speak to Jonah. You aren't exactly sure what it is you're going to say, but you figure your mind will have a plan once you're standing right in front of him.
"Hey, Jonah!" you say as you approach him, a little too loud. He flinches at the sound, setting down a Blueberry Waffles candle and turning to you.
"Hey, Y/N, what's up?" he says casually, his smile growing once he sees that it's you. His eyes fully meet yours, and for a moment, time stops completely. You're stuck staring at him for a few seconds too long, surely. But you can't help it, he's just too gorgeous. With his dark, brushed back hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and his perfect smile that gets you weak in the knees every time.
"You...okay?" he asks, pulling you out of your trance. His eyebrows scrunch in concern, he's hoping you didn't eat one of Cheyenne's 'special' brownies she left in the break room.
"Yeah! I'm fine. I just...wanted to talk to you. On Break. In the photo lab. If you have the time," you reply awkwardly, already losing the small modicum of confidence you mustered up to come over here.
"Sure," Jonah says, that infectious smile returning to his face. "It's a date."
You nearly choke when that very loaded word passes his wretchedly kissable lips. "Yeahhh- yep! A date! Sounds good!" you stammer, nodding nervously. "Welllllll, I've got more vomit to clean up but I will see you later. In the photo lab. For our...uh, date!" your cheeks burn hotter than you ever thought possible as you can't seem to stop vomiting out the words. "'Kay, bye!" you squeak as you turn and make a beeline for the mop bucket. You don't look back to check, but you can feel Jonah's eyes following you. In what way, you have no idea. Confusion? Disgust? Attraction? Who's to say? You'll hopefully find out the answer in the photo lab in a couple of hours.
"What in the ever-loving fuck was that?" Dina asks as she strides alongside you as you make your way to the next pile of barf waiting for you.
"I told you I wanted to get him to notice me! But I think I made a total ass out of myself instead. What am I gonna do, Dina? I could barely ask him to meet me someplace, how am I gonna be aggressive enough to show him how I feel?" you say distressfully, the wheels of the mop bucket mimicking the ones currently turning in your head to figure out how to salvage your lame attempt at flirting.
"Look, as pathetic as that looked from an outside perspective, Jonah seemed to be receptive to it. He couldn't stop looking at you, and I think I could see a small twitch in his groinal region," Dina speaks truthfully, as she always does with you. It's one of your favorite things about her. She's supportive, but doesn't waste time feeding delusions.
"No way! You can't see that from across the store!" you laugh, feeling a little bit better about this whole situation. At the very least, you haven't scared him off. All you need to do now is follow through. To show Jonah that you mean business.
"Yes I can! I eat enough carrots, I've got the eyesight of a Great Horned Owl!" she insists seriously, making you laugh even more.
"Whatever you say, Dina," you shake your head, letting the self-imposed pressure roll off your shoulders.
Jonah watches as you and Dina walk away, chattering away about god knows what. It would usually put him off to see someone get so close to her, but you have a way of making it actually look kind of fun. You do that with everything, in his eyes. You see the beauty in the ordinary moments, something he wishes more people could do.
"So...that was definitely something," Garrett says as he sidles up to Jonah. It was rather hard to miss your painfully awkward exchange, given the intense volume and rampant stammering.
"Yeah...it was," Jonah says slowly, still smiling in the direction where you once were in his view. "Do you think she-" he starts to ask Garrett, before he's cut off.
"Oh, yeah. No doubt about it, buddy. New girl has the hots for you, for some weird reason. But, she's also kinda weird, so it works out," Garrett says, turning and rolling away to find something else wildly embarrassing to look at. There's no shortage of wacked-out displays like that around here.
For the next couple of hours, Dina gives you some pointers on how to keep your confidence when you're alone with Jonah. A lot of her advice is a bit wacko, but you can tell she has the spirit. Plus, she's one of the most sexually active women you've ever known, so she must be doing something right. You take her specific ideas with a grain of salt, but hold onto the principles behind them. Be yourself, forget shame and embarrassment, and roll with the punches is essentially what it all boils down to. Even if some of it is hidden away in layers of 'put him in a chokehold' and 'do NOT apply fresh deodorant to preserve your natural feminine musk'.
Then the time finally comes, your legally-mandated lunch break. The second your phone reads 1pm, you drop everything you're doing and head straight for the photo lab. You want to show up there before Jonah, to prepare yourself mentally. The moment you step into the room and close the door, your body starts to shake with anxiety. Your mind runs wilds with every possibility of what could go wrong. What if he doesn't show up? What if you can't get the words out? What if he rejects you? You almost feel nauseous with all these awful ideas, until the doorknob starts to turn. It's 'go' time. You quickly fix your hair, push your boobs up in your shirt a little, and wait for Jonah to come inside.
The door opens, and there he is. Perfect as ever. With his dashing good looks, button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and those jeans that never fail to catch your eye. Even the lame vest everyone has to wear looks good on him. Before either of you can say anything or you can stop yourself, you suddenly go over to Jonah, pushing him up against the door and pressing your lips to his.
Jonah grunts in surprise, though his hands quickly come up to rest on your hips. Your stomach does backflips as you wait for his response to your advance, until you feel him absolutely melt into you. His mouth moves with your own, a small groan leaving him as he returns your affection. Your hands find their way into his hair, realizing it feels just as soft and silky as it looks. You gently tug on it, drawing another pleasured noise from him. The sound has your panties already sticking to your cunt, hungry for more.
"Y/N," Jonah tries to say between feverish kisses, his hands wandering before finding your arms to still you for a moment.
You pull away at this hesitation, gazing at him thoughtfully. "What's wrong?" you ask, hoping you didn't read this all wrong.
"Nothing," he shakes his head, cupping your cheek and smiling. "You just said you wanted to talk, so maybe we should. Before we...do anything else," he explains, his mind twisted up with lust and confusion. He's been harboring very strong feelings for you ever since you started working here, and every passing day has shown him more and more that you are everything he's been looking for. But he's played it cool, to avoid possibly ruining everything if you didn't feel the same. He may have been getting his hopes up with your very weird display in asking him to 'talk' in the most notorious hook-up spot this location of Cloud 9 has to offer, thinking perhaps it would lead to something more. And now it has, or so he hopes. Part of him does worry that maybe this is all just a sex thing for you, as opposed to romance.
"Okay. We can do that," you say, nodding. "Can we stay like this, though? I like the way your hands feel on me," you add honestly, a small, nervous giggle escaping you.
"Sure," Jonah agrees, chuckling. The two of you stand like this, smiling and gazing at each other for what quickly becomes an uncomfortable amount of time. "Do you wanna- do you wanna start?" he suggests, breaking the tension.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry," you laugh again, clapping a hand over your face. "I'm sorry, I've never exactly thrown myself at someone like this before," your cheeks heat up again, burning hot and red as your embarrassment grows.
"It's fine. You're doing great," Jonah comments, lightening the mood once again. He reaches up to bring your hand down from your beautiful face, a face he's seen in his dreams a hundred times, and in his late-night fantasies after you've texted him 'goodnight'. "Take your time," he reassures you, gazing deep into your eyes.
You nod, taking a deep breath to regain your confidence. He's here with you, and seemingly shares your feelings, given that he hasn't high-tailed it out of here to file an HR complaint yet. There's nothing to be nervous about. It's Jonah, sweet, kind, handsome Jonah. "Okay. Well, I really like you, Jonah. A lot. I've gotten to know you these last few weeks, and I adore everything about you," you say sweetly.
"That, and..." you bite your lip, feeling rather bold as a mischievous grin spreads across your mouth. You lean forward, bringing yourself close enough to speak in his ear. "I really, really want you to fuck me," you say softly, seductively, before taking the tiniest tip of his earlobe between your teeth and nibbling slightly.
"Jesus," Jonah groans at your filthy words, and your warm breath against his neck. This is a side of you he's never seen before, but only a few seconds of it leaves him wanting more.
"I've wanted you for so long. I keep catching myself staring at you all the time, watching your perfect little body stocking shelves and putting up displays," you continue, searing wet kisses onto Jonah's neck as you speak, your hands roaming his body. "I find myself thinking about you, at night, when I'm home alone," your practically moan the words as you recall the many times you've touched yourself while thinking of Jonah.
"Do you ever think about me, Jonah?" you ask, bringing your hand down lower, over his stomach, his belt, eventually low enough to run along the curve of his erection.
"Yes, yeah, all the time," Jonah says breathlessly, his cock throbbing in his jeans, desperate to be let out.
"Good," you praise, nipping against is neck before lifting your head up to look at him again. "Your turn," you say expectantly.
"Well," Jonah starts, attempting to think for a moment. Although, it's a bit hard to do when your hand is rubbing against his crotch. "Obviously, I like you, too. Very much. We share a lot of interests and I respect you and-"
You press a finger to his lips, shaking your head. "Cut it out with the male feminist routine for a second. Tell me how you really feel, what you really want," you instruct, needing to hear him tell you his deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires. You crave it more than anything. You give his dick a nice squeeze to encourage him, earning a breathy groan from his pretty lips.
"Fuck, alright," Jonah nods, meeting your eyes with a newfound hunger. He walks you both back to the large table in the middle of the lab, leaning you against it. He holds your chin gently in his hand, starting off with a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss quickly heats up, his tongue tangling with yours and his hands traveling down your body.
"I've been watching you, too," he says softly, in a tone you've never heard from him before. It sends a shiver up your spine, setting a fire inside you. "Everything you do drives me crazy. Even the simplest things, like pouring a cup of coffee, or digging for your keys," he says, mimicking your actions by bringing his supple lips to your neck.
"You're so gorgeous, and perfect. It takes everything in me not to push you up against the wall when we stock shelves together, or onto the display furniture when we're re-fluffing the throw pillows," he says, leaving a blazing trail of kisses along your throat. You can feel his erection pressing into you, growing needier by the second.
"And I really, really want to fuck you," he says slowly, drawing out the syllables to make sure you hear him loud and clear.
"Please," you beg, already reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Jonah follows suit, lifting the hem of your t-shirt to tug it over your head. You allow him to do so, leaving you in your cute pink bra. He reaches around to your back, undoing the clasps. The straps fall slack on your shoulders, until the garment is tossed away somewhere in the room. Jonah's face immediately finds its way into your breasts, his mouth nipping and sucking every inch of flesh he can reach. He swirls his tongue around the stiff peaks of them, eliciting loud moans from your lips at the sensation.
You proceed to rip his own shirt open, a couple buttons flying off and bouncing across the floor. He shucks the fabric from his shoulders, leaving his lightly toned chest exposed. You run your hands along his warm, soft flesh, feeling every inch of him. He's just like you imagined, even better. You start going for his belt next, undoing the buckle with ease. While still kissing your beautiful tits, Jonah undoes the button of your pants and slides the zipper down its track. He reaches a hand inside, bypassing your panties altogether, his thin middle finger running through your soaked folds.
"Fuck," you gasp as he explores you, slow and careful to get a feel for your perfect pussy. He brushes against your clit, making you buck into his hand. He chuckles softly, pleased to be the one making you feel this good. Jonah goes a step further, easily gliding two fingers inside your cunt. The way you moan his name makes him bite your breast just a little too hard, though you don't exactly mind. You'll gladly admire the bruise left behind in the mirror later on.
"Feels so good, I'm so wet for you," you whimper as Jonah gently curls his fingers inside you, pressing on your g-spot again and again. He lifts his head up again, peering at you curiously.
"You know you don't have to talk like that if you aren't comfortable, right?" he says. He doesn't actually have any objection to you speaking as vulgar as you like, but given that it seems out of character for you, he worries you're only doing it for his benefit.
"Oh. You don't like it?" you ask, your stomach turning at what you perceive as a slight rejection.
"No, no, I do!" Jonah insists, still pumping his fingers inside you out of reflex. "I just wasn't sure you like it," he says, which sounds rather stupid now considering you started all of this. His face does that cute thing where he realizes he said something dumb, making you giggle and shake your head.
"Jonah, I get that I'm not normally so forward like this. But I'm trying to be the person I've always wanted to be. A woman who takes what she wants. And right now, what I want is you," you speak confidently, making the next move by unzipping his jeans. Jonah watches you silently, lips parted. You slip inside his pants, beneath his boxers to find his stiff cock.
"Fuck," Jonah gasps as you wrap your hand around his length. You stroke him nice and slow, rubbing circles around his tip with your thumb. Sticky precum slicks over your skin, making you tempted to pull away and lick it off. But the way Jonah's eyes are burning into you, the way his breath comes out hot and heavy, you donât want to stop touching him for a single second.
The two of you stay just like this for a moment, warming each other up with surprisingly talented hands. Jonah kisses you again, unable to get enough of your pretty mouth. You wear vanilla lip gloss almost every day, something he's noticed you reapply throughout many shifts together. The scent is strong, without being overpowering, he's always able to smell it from across the break room. So sugary sweet and warm, just like you. He's spent weeks wondering what it would taste like, and now he finds it to be one of the most wonderful flavors in the world.
"I hate to rush this, but I think people are gonna be looking for us soon," you say between heated kisses, wishing you could stay here all day instead of dealing with asshole customers.
"Yeah, would be a shame if someone walked in on us. Especially Glenn," Jonah comments.
"Oh, I dunno about that. Maybe he'd learn something," you tease. He looks at you a moment, reading your expression, possibly waiting for you to crack a joke.
"You're kind of a freak, aren't you?" Jonah asks with an amused grin.
"Uh-huh," you nod, letting his dick out of your grasp. You bring your pre-cum soaked thumb to your lips, licking the salty taste of Jonah from it with a quiet moan. "Seems like you are, too."
"You could say that," he says, carefully removing his fingers from your pussy. Your slick juices have coated them completely, even dripping down into his palm. He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. "Fuck," he groans as he swallows the tang of you.
"C'mere," he says suddenly, shimmying his jeans down to his thighs to let his cock spring free. He pulls you into him, tugging your own pants away from your hips, stopping at your knees. He lifts you up onto the counter, dipping down to put himself between your bound legs.
"Oh, do you have a-" Jonah starts to ask, just now thinking about protection.
"Don't need it, my tubes are tied. I'm not bringing a kid into this world," you explain breathlessly, pulling Jonah closer to you by his shoulders.
"Oh, okay, cool. Very responsible of you," he says agreeably, taking hold of his cock.
"Thanks," you pant, scooting down a little to position your cunt at a better angle. Jonah brings his length to your entrance, swiping his tip through your folds a few times. "Jonah, please. I need you," you whine as your head spins and chest pounds in anticipation.
Jonah nods, finally pressing himself up against your needy hole. He pushes forward, stretching you nice and slow on his fat cock. He watches himself disappear inside of you, your drenched walls accepting him with ease. He groans as you squeeze around him, the sound mingling with your own moans of pleasure. He fills you so perfectly, reaching every spot inside of you that's been in desperate need of attention. You put your arms around his neck, locking your ankles behind his back. His hands gently grasp your hips in turn, his thumbs rubbing against your skin.
"God, you're perfect," Jonah says softly, capturing your gaze. He doesn't want to waste any more time, there's a creeping feeling inside of him that says another horny couple will be needing this room soon. Jonah pulls back, nearly falling out of you altogether, before slipping all the way back in. He sets a steady pace, pumping into you with care and precision.
"Fuck, yes," you moan, already overwhelmed with sensation. You cling to Jonah, keeping him as close to you as possible. His lips find yours again, he's unable to get over the taste of you. You keep up with his pace, rolling your tongue against his. He tastes pretty damn good, too. Nothing you can quite pin-point, but there's an overall freshness about his mouth which is surprisingly intoxicating. You don't really ever see him chewing gum or anything like that, leaving it a complete mystery.
"You taste really good," the two of you say at the same time, leaving you both giggling and murmuring mutual thanks. Jonah speeds up a little bit, ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over. You moan just a little too loud at his increased pace, earning his tongue even further inside your mouth to muffle the noise.
Jonah's hands strongly grip your hips, yours in turn digging into his skin. Sweat has begun to build on your flesh, flames of passion burning through your bodies. You can feel a knot of pleasure twisting within your belly, squirming tighter and tighter every time he lands inside you. He feels so good, better than anyone else you've ever been with. Which, admittedly, isn't saying much. But the few other sexual experiences you've had don't even compare to this. In every aspect, both emotional and physical, it feels like you were made for each other. It's premature to say such things out loud, but the thought of belonging to one another will happily run wild inside your heads.
"Fuck, Jonah, I'm getting close," you whimper breathlessly, digging your nails further into his back as your high approaches.
"So am I," Jonah murmurs, pushing himself to fuck you harder, faster.
"Oh, god!" you gasp at his newfound speed, nearly falling over the edge altogether. Your insides clench around him once, pulling a deep groan from his lungs.
"Gonna make me come if you keep doing that," Jonah warns with a playful smile. He's unbearably close, and he wants to pull you down with him. He brings a hand between your legs, rubbing tender circles on your clit.
"God, yes! Jonah, please don't stop!" you cry out, not really caring if anybody hears you. You can't help yourself, everything he's doing has you seconds away from melting into a puddle on the floor. He does as you ask, continuing to fuck your brains out and rub your clit until you lose control. You moan his name in a babbling stream of expletives, your insides clamping down around Jonah's dick as you come harder than you ever have in your life. Pulsing white heat worms its way from your cunt to your limbs, ecstasy completely washing over you.
"Fuck," Jonah mutters as his climax overtakes him, hips stuttering, thick ropes of his release painting your insides. He continues to thrust, working you both through your orgasms until all that's left is half-breaths and sticky sweat. He collapses into you, his face buried in your neck. You reach up to stroke his damp hair, catching your breath as you bask in the afterglow. Everything is content, and quiet, until there's a self-conscious knock on the door.
"Are you guys done in there yet? A customer is waiting for me to develop some film for them," you hear Sandra's meek voice say, muffled on the other side of the door.
"Just a minute!" Jonah calls to her, before looking down at you.
"How long do you think she was listening?" you whisper, although no matter the answer, it's still highly mortifying.
"I...don't know. Could go either way with Sandra, she's very lonely," Jonah answers quietly, also looking a bit embarrassed. Not for having sex with you, of course. But for getting caught.
"Guess we should get going, then," you say, your disappointment showing plain as day. You just wanted a couple more minutes, to really let this wonderful event between you sink in, to feel real. With your luck, your alarm clock will be waking you up from yet another cruel dream any second now.
"Yeah," Jonah says, mirroring your expression. He doesn't want to leave things like this, and have to spend the rest of his shift waiting to be with you again. "You're off at the same time as me, right?" he asks suddenly, wanting to make further plans with you.
"Yeah," you nod, smiling at the idea that he wants to see you again.
"Good. Because you're coming home with me tonight," he says, knowing full well you have no other plans, nor would you want to.
"Is that so?" you tease.
"Yeah," he nods, before giving one last deep, soul-burning kiss. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet," he says with a grin, his mind already thinking of all the things he wants to do with you, or to you. If you'll only let him, he plans to give you everything you desire.
"It's a date," you say with a smile. Jonah pulls back, slowly removing his cock from your spent cunt. Your mixed release oozes from your hole, and he wishes he had the time to clean you up with his currently salivating mouth. The two of you redress, although Jonah's shirt can't close all the way thanks to you ripping the buttons off earlier. You would apologize, if his exposed chest didn't make him look even sexier.
Once you're dressed, Jonah opens the door to the photo lab, revealing that you most definitely had more than an audience of one during your...'date'. There's Sandra, of course, who's holding a few rolls of film in her hands. Thankfully, there's only a few more coworkers who are apparently far more perverted than you realized. Justine (predictable), Mateo, Cheyenne, Dina, and Marcus are gathered around with very pleased looks on their faces.
Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and all capacity of having something to say for yourself has disappeared from your body. Before even Jonah can say anything to come to your defense, the onslaught of hoots and hollers, vulgar comments, and shoddy impressions of what they heard ensues.
You look over at Jonah, finding a sympathetic expression on his face. It seems he's been in this kind of situation before, and the chorus of immaturity has no effect on him. He reaches over to hold your hand, and you let him. The feeling of his warm skin on yours again makes this all okay, muting the jeering voices altogether. The two of you walk away without a single retort to your coworkers, ready to clock back in and finish your shift, so you can have each other all to yourselves later on.
Part 2
