JENNIE

I shake her arm again, roughly this time. "Lisaa! You have to get up—now. We're going to be late."

I'm already dressed and ready, our bags have already been placed in the car, and I've given her as much time to sleep as possible. Heck, last night I even did all the packing, not that she would've done a very good job of it anyway.

"Not . . . going," she groans.

"Please get up!" I whine and tug at her arm. God, I wish she was a morning person like me.

She covers her face with the pillow, and I grab it and toss it onto the floor. "No, go away."

I decide to take a different approach and bring my hand to the front of her boxers. She fell asleep in her jeans last night, and I had a hell of a time tugging them down her legs without waking her. But now she's been left vulnerable, and manipulable.

My fingernails gently graze the inked skin just above the waistband . . . She doesn't budge.

I dip my hand fully into her boxers, and she opens her eyes. "Good morning," she says with a lusty smile.

I remove my hand and stand up. "Get up."

She yawns dramatically and looks down at her boxers and says, "Looks like I . . . already . . . am." When she doesn't look back up, I see she's pretending to be asleep again, and soon she starts making loud cartoon snoring noises. It's inconvenient, but adorable and playful; I hope she remains this way for the rest of the week—really, I'll settle for the rest of the day.

I reach into her boxers again, and when her eyes pop open to look at me like an eager puppy, I say, "Uh-uh," and pull my hand back out.

"Not fair," she whines.

But she does get up, pulling yesterday's jeans back on. She walks over to the dresser and grabs a black shirt, looks at me, then puts it back and pulls out a white one. She runs her fingers through her hair, making it messier but in a sexiest way.

"Do I have time to brush my teeth?" Her tone is sarcastic, and her voice is raspy from sleep.

"Yes, hurry up. Brush your teeth so we can go," I instruct and do a quick walk-through of the apartment to make sure everything is in order.

Minutes later, Lisa joins me in the living room, and we finally leave.

MARCO, KAREN, AND JISOO are waiting for us in the driveway when we arrive.

I roll down the window. "Sorry we're a few minutes late," I apologize as we pull up next to where they stand.

"It's okay! We figured we'd all ride together since it's quite a drive," Karen says with a smile.

"Fuck, no," Lisa whispers next to me.

"Come on." She gestures to the black SUV filling the other half of the driveway. "Marco bought me this for my birthday, and we never use it."

"No; hell, no," Lisa says a little louder.

"It'll be fine," I say quietly, to her.

"Jennie . . ." she begins.

"Lisa, please don't make this difficult, please," I beg. Maybe, just maybe, I blink my eyes seductively, hoping that will work.

After looking at me for a moment, her eyes finally soften. "Fine. Fuck, you're lucky I love you."

I squeeze her hand. "Thank you." Then I turn back to Karen. "Okay," I say with a smile and turn off my car.

Lisa puts our bags into the back of Karen's SUV, scowling the whole time.

"This is going to be fun!" Jisoo laughs as I climb into the car.

Lisa sits next to me in the back row after making a comment about not having to sit next to Jisoo. As Marco pulls onto the street, Karen turns on the radio and begins to sing along softly.

"This is some shit straight from a corny comedy," Lisa says and puts her hand over mine before pulling them both to her lap.