Jennie's POV
Lisa goes over to her dresser and opens the top drawer, pulling out a pair of blue-and-white plaid boxers, and holds them up in the air with a disgusted look on her face.
"What?" I ask, and prop my head up on my elbow and look at her.
"These are hideous," she says.
I laugh, but I'm also pleased that the earlier secret about whether or not there were clothes in the dresser is now settled at least. Jisoo's mother or Lisa's father must have purchased all the clothes in the room for Lisa. Which is sad, really, that they would buy clothes and fill the dresser in hopes that Lisa would come around sometime.
"They aren't so bad," I tell her, and she rolls her eyes. I doubt anything will look as good as Lisa's usual black boxer briefs, but then again I can't imagine anything looking actually bad on her.
"Well, beggars can't be choosers. Back in a minute," she says and walks out of the room wearing only her sports bra and wet boxers.
Oh God, what if Jisoo sees her? I will be humiliated. I need to find Jisoo first thing in the morning to explain the turn of events. But, really, what am I going to say? It's not what it looked like. We were just talking and then I agreed to stay the night, and somehow I ended up in my panties and a T-shirt, and then gave her the closest thing to a hand job that I know of? That sounds terrible.
I lay my head onto the pillows and stare at the ceiling. I consider getting up and checking my phone but decide against it. The last thing I need right now is to read texts from Kai. He is probably panicking, but, honestly, as long as he doesn't tell my mother, I don't care as much as I should. If I'm completely honest with myself, I haven't felt the same about Kai since I kissed Lisa for the first time.
I know I love Kai; I have always loved Kai. But I'm beginning to question whether I really love him as a boyfriend and someone I could spend my life with, or if I love him because he has always been such a stable person in my life. He's always been there for me—and on paper we're perfect for each other—but I can't ignore the way I feel when I'm with Lisa. I've never had these types of feelings before. Not just when we're on top of each other, but the way she gives me butterflies just by looking at me, the way I find myself desperately wanting to see her even when I'm fuming mad at her, and, mostly, the way she always invades my thoughts even when I try to convince myself that I hate her.
Lisa has gotten under my skin no matter how hard I try to deny it. I'm in her bed instead of with Kai. On cue, the door opens and I am snapped from my thoughts. I look up and see Lisa in the clean plaid boxers and giggle. They are a little too big, and much longer than her briefs, but they still look great.
"I like them." I smile and she glares at me before turning out the light and switching on the television. She climbs back onto the bed and lies down close to me.
"So, what were you going to tell me?" she asks, and I cringe. I was hoping she wouldn't bring it up again.
"Don't be shy now, you've just made me come in my boxers," she jokes and then pulls me closer to her. I bury my head in the pillow, and she laughs.
I pull my head up and Lisa tucks my hair behind my ear before giving me a soft kiss on my lips. It's the first time she has kissed me that tenderly, and yet it feels more intimate than when we kiss with tongue. She lays her head back on the pillow and changes the channel. I want her to hold me until I fall asleep, but I get the feeling Lisa is not a cuddling type of guy.
I want to be good for you, Jen. Lisa's words from earlier tonight play in my head and I wonder if she meant them or if she was just really drunk.
"Are you still drunk?" I ask and lay my head on her chest. Her body stills but she doesn't push me off.
"No, I think our little screaming match in the yard sobered me up," she says. One of her hands is holding the remote and the other is hanging in the air awkwardly as if she doesn't know what to do with it.
"Oh, well, at least something good came out of it."
She turns her head and looks down at me. "Yeah, I guess so," she says, and finally puts her hand on my back. It's an amazing feeling having her hold me. No matter what terrible thing she says to me tomorrow, she can't take this moment away from me. This is my new favorite place to be, my head on her chest and her arm on my back.
"I think I actually like drunk Lisa better." I yawn.
"Is that so?" she says and turns to look at me again.
"Maybe," I tease and close my eyes.
"You're terrible at distractions; now, tell me."
I might as well just tell her. I know she isn't going to drop it.
"Well, I was just thinking of all the girls you've . . . you know, done things with." I try to hide my face in her chest, but she drops the remote on the bed and tilts my chin up to look at her.
"Why were you thinking about that?"
"I don't know . . . because I have literally no experience and you have a lot. Wendy included," I answer. The image of the two of them together makes me nauseous.
"Are you jealous, Jen?" Her voice is full of humor.
"No, of course not," I lie.
"So you don't mind if I tell you a few details, then?"
"No! Please don't!" I beg, and she chuckles and wraps her arm a little tighter around me.
She doesn't say anything else about it, and I could not be more relieved. I couldn't bear to hear the details of her flings. I feel my eyes getting heavier and try to focus on the television. I am so comfortable lying here in her arms.
"You're not going to sleep, are you? It's still early," she says, barely breaking through my haze.
"Is it?" It feels like it has to be at least two in the morning. I arrived here around nine.
"Yeah, it's only midnight."
"That isn't early." I yawn again.
"To me it is. Plus, I want to return the favor." What?
Oh.
My skin is starting to tingle already.
"You want me to, don't you?" she purrs, and I gulp. Of course I do. I look up at her and try to hide my eager smile. She notices and with a swift, delicate motion flips us over so she is hovering above me. She supports her weight with one arm while her other hand reaches lower. I bring my leg up to her side, and when my knee bends she runs her hand from my ankle to the top of my thigh.
"So soft," she says and repeats the motion. She gives my thigh a light squeeze and my skin is covered in goose bumps within seconds. Lisa leans over and places a single kiss on the side of my knee, causing my leg to jerk. She grabs it and laughs, hooking her arm around it.
What is she going to do? The anticipation is driving me crazy.
"I want to taste you, Jennie," she says, eyes locked on mine to gauge my reaction.
My mouth is instantly parched. Why is she asking to kiss me, when she knows she can do that anytime? I part my lips and wait for her.
"No. Down here," she corrects me, bringing her hand in between my legs. My lack of experience must astound her, but she at least tries to fight her smile. I frown at her and her finger touches me over my panties, causing me to suck in a breath. Her finger makes soft strokes over my sex as she continues to look into my eyes.
"You're already wet for me." Her voice is raspier than usual. Her hot breath stings my ear and she runs her tongue along my earlobe.
"Talk to me, Jennie. Tell me how badly you want it." She smirks and I squirm as she applies more pressure to my sensitive area.
I can't find my voice because my body is on fire from her touch. After a few more seconds she pulls her hand away and I whimper.
"I didn't want you to stop," I whine.
"You didn't say anything," she snaps, and I recoil. I don't want this Lisa. I want the laughing, playful Lisa.
"Couldn't you tell?" I ask her and move to sit up.
She pulls herself up and sits on my thighs, holding her weight on her parted knees. She brushes her fingers across the tops of my thighs and my body instantly reacts, shifting my hips to meet her.
"Say it," Lisa instructs. I know that she is well aware that I do; she just wants to make me say it aloud. I nod and she waves her finger back and forth in front of me.
"No nodding, just tell me what you want, baby," she says, and climbs off of my knees. I mentally weigh the pros and cons of this situation. Is the humiliation of telling Lisa that I want her to . . . kiss me down there worth the feeling I will get from her doing it? If it feels anywhere near as good as what Lisa did to me with her fingers the other day, then I know it's worth it. I reach out and grab her bare shoulder to stop her from moving any farther away from me. I'm overthinking this, I know I am, but my mind won't stop racing.
"I want you to." I move closer to her.
"Want me to what, Jennie?" She has to be kidding me; she knows exactly what she's doing.
"You know . . . to kiss me," I say and her smile grows. She leans over and plants a kiss on my lips. I roll my eyes and she kisses my lips again.
"Is that what you wanted?" she says with a smirk and I swat her arm. She is going to make me beg her.
"Kiss me . . . there." I blush and cover my face with my hands. She pulls them away, laughing, and I frown at her. "You're embarrassing me on purpose." I scowl. Her hands are still on mine.
"I'm not meaning to embarrass you. I just want to hear you say what you want from me."
"Never mind, Lisa," I say and sigh loudly. Because I am embarrassed and maybe my hormones are going haywire and messing with my emotions but now the moment has passed and I'm annoyed with her ego and constant need to goad me. I roll over and lie on my side, facing away from her, and cover myself with the blanket.
"Hey, I'm sorry," she says, but I ignore her. I know part of me is just annoyed at myself that being around Lisa has turned me into a typical hormonal teenager.
"Good night, Lisa," I snap and hear her sigh. She mutters something under her breath that sounds like "fine," but I don't ask her to repeat it. I force my eyes closed and try to think of anything besides Lisa's tongue or the way her arm just draped across my body as I fall asleep.