Jennie's POV
My eyes adjust to the darkness, but the only light is a small streak of moonlight coming through the bay window. "Lisa?" I whisper.
I hear her curse as she trips over something and I try not to laugh.
"I'm right here," she says and clicks on a desk lamp. I look around the large room, which reminds me of a hotel. A four-poster bed with dark linens is centered against the far wall and looks like a king-size with at least twenty pillows on top. The desk is oversize and made of cherrywood, and the computer sitting on it has a bigger monitor than the television in my dorm room. The bay window has a built-in bench while the other windows are masked with thick navy curtains that don't allow the moon to shine through.
"This is my . . . room," she says and rubs the back of her neck with her hand. She looks almost embarrassed.
"You have a room here?" I ask, but of course she does. It is her father's house and Jisoo obviously lives here. Jisoo had mentioned that Lisa never comes here, so maybe that is why it looks so museum-like, untouched and impersonal.
"Yeah . . . I haven't ever actually slept in it . . . until tonight." She sits on the chest placed at the foot of the bed and unties her boots. She pulls her socks off and tucks them into the shoes. My heart swells at the idea that I am part of a first for Lisa.
"Oh. Why is that?" I am taking advantage of her drunken honesty. "Because I don't want to. I hate it here," she answers quietly and
unbuttons her black pants and pulls them down her legs. "What are you doing?"
"Getting undressed?" she says, stating the obvious.
"I mean, why?" Even though part of me is dying to feel her hands on me again, I hope she doesn't think I'm going to have sex with her.
"Well, I am not sleeping in skinny jeans and boots," she half laughs. Her hand sweeps the bangs off her forehead, making it messy. Everything she does sends that wild feeling through my body.
"Oh."
She pulls her shirt over her head, and I can't look away. Her tattooed stomach is flawless. She tosses the T-shirt at me, but I don't catch it, letting it fall to the ground. I raise one eyebrow at her and she smiles.
"You can sleep in that. I assume you won't want to sleep in just your underwear. But of course, I am perfectly fine with it if you do." She winks and I giggle.
Why am I giggling? I can't sleep in her T-shirt, I will feel too naked. "I'm fine sleeping in this," I tell her.
She eyes my outfit. She hasn't made a single rude comment about my long skirt or loose blue blouse, so I hope she doesn't start now.
"Fine. Suit yourself; if you want to be uncomfortable, go ahead." She moves toward the bed in only her boxers and sports bra and begins to toss the decorative pillows onto the floor.
I walk over and open the chest, and just as I had thought, it is empty. "Oh, don't throw those down. They go in here," I tell her, but she just laughs and tosses another onto the floor.
Groaning, I gather the pillows and stuff them into the chest. She again chuckles and pulls back the comforter before plopping down onto the bed. She crosses her arms behind her head, then crosses her feet and gives me a smile. The words tattooed on her ribs are stretched because of the position of her arms. Her long, lean body looks exquisite.
"You're not going to whine about sleeping in the bed with me, are you?" she asks, and I roll my eyes. I actually wasn't going to. I know it's wrong, but I want to sleep in the bed with Lisa more than I think I have ever wanted anything.
"No, the bed is big enough for both of us," I say with a smile. I don't know if it's Lisa's smile or the fact that she is wearing only her undies, but I'm in a much better mood than before.
"Now that's the Jennie I love," she teases and my heart lurches at her choice of words. I know she doesn't, and would never, mean it that way, but it sounded so nice coming off her lips.
I climb onto the bed and scoot to the edge, as far away from Lisa's body as I can. Any farther and I'll fall off. I hear her chuckle and I roll over on my side to face her. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing," she lies, and bites her lip trying not to laugh. I like this playful Lisa; her humor is contagious.
"Tell me!" I pout and pucker out my bottom lip. Her yes go straight to my mouth and she runs her tongue along her lips before hooking her lip ring between her teeth.
"You've never slept in a bed with a guy before, have you?" She rolls onto her side and moves a little closer to me.
"No," I simply answer, and her smile grows. We are only a couple of feet apart, and before I know what I'm doing, my hand reaches out and pokes the little dimple on her cheek. Her eyes dart to mine in surprise. I start to pull my hand away, but she grabs it and puts it back against her cheek, then moves it up and down her cheek slowly.
"I don't know why no one has fucked you yet; all that planning you do must help you put up a really good resistance," she says, and I gulp.
"I've never really had to resist anyone," I admit. Guys in high school found me attractive and hit on me enough, but no one ever tried to actually have sex with me. They all knew I was with Kai; we were well liked and were both voted onto Homecoming Court every year.
"That's either a lie or you went to an all-blind high school. Your lips alone are enough to make me hard."
I gasp at her words and she chuckles. She brings my hand to her mouth and runs it along her wet lips. Her breath is hot against my fingers, and I'm surprised when she bares her teeth and gently bites the pad of my index finger, somehow making me feel it in the pit of my stomach. He moves my hand down to her neck and my fingertips trace the swirl of an ivy branch tattoo on her neck. She watches me carefully but doesn't stop me.
"You like the way I talk to you, don't you?" Her expression is dark but so sexy. My breathing hitches and she smiles again. "I can see the blush in your cheeks and I can hear the way your breathing has changed. "Answer me, Jennie, put those full lips of yours to use," she says, and I giggle—I don't know what else to do. I will never admit the way her words turn something on deep inside of me.
She lets go of my hand but wraps her fingers around my wrist and closes the gap between us. I am hot, too hot. I need to cool down or I will start sweating soon.
"Can you turn the fan on?" I ask and she furrows her brow. "Please."
She sighs but climbs off the bed. "If you are hot, why don't you change out of those heavy clothes; that skirt looks itchy anyway."
I had been waiting on her to tease me for my clothes, but this only makes me smile, since I can see her true motive here.
"You should dress for your body, Jennie. These clothes you wear hide all of your curves. If I hadn't seen you in your bra and panties, I would never know how sexy and curvy your body actually is. That skirt literally looks like a potato sack."
I laugh, even though she is insulting me and somehow managing to compliment me at the same time.
"What do you suggest I wear? Fishnets and tube tops?"
"No, well, I might love to see that, but no. You can still cover yourself but wear clothes your size. That shirt hides your chest, too, and your tits are nothing you should be hiding."
"Will you stop using those words!" I scold her and she smiles.
Rejoining me on the bed, she scoots her practically naked body close to mine. I am still hot, but Lisa's odd way of complimenting me has given me a new wave of confidence. I climb out of bed.
"Where are you going?" she slurs, her voice panicked.
"To change," I say, and walk over to grab her T-shirt from the floor. "Now turn around and don't peek." I put my hands on my hips.
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?" How can she be telling me no?
"I won't turn around. I want to see you."
"Oh, okay." But I just smile, shake my head, and turn the light off.
Lisa whines, and I smile to myself as I unzip my skirt. It pools at my feet when another light clicks on.
"Lisa!" I hurry and pick the skirt back up. Lisa is leaning up on her elbows to look at me, and she isn't shy about her eyes moving up and down my body. She's seen me in less clothing before, and I know she isn't going to listen, so I take a deep breath and pull my shirt over my head. Not that I won't admit that I'm enjoying this little game we have going right now. I know deep down I want her to look at me, that I want her to want me. I'm wearing a plain white bra and white panties, nothing fancy or special, but Lisa's expression makes me feel sexy. I take her T-shirt and pull it over my head. It smells so good, just like Lisa.
"Come here," she whispers from where she lies. I ignore my subconscious telling me to run away as fast as I can, and walk toward the bed.