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I don't think the way to Jennie's heart is through her pussy. Maybe her mouth. She seems to enjoy kissing me, but then it doesn't make much sense for her to tell me never to kiss her again. Life would be easier if I could stop thinking about her.

Stop watching her through my door's peephole.

Stop envisioning her contagious smile.

Stop loving her obsession with books, even if her taste in them is questionable.

Stop hearing her infectious laughter.

Stop craving her skin.

I do … I crave her. When we kiss, I want to nibble her at the same time. My hands itch to touch her. I miss her when I go days without seeing her. My mind can't go more than five minutes—maybe five seconds—without thinking about her. Chemistry is real, and I didn't believe in it until Jennie Kim infiltrated my world with her witchery.

She has consumed me with no effort.

"The coffee girl?" Jisoo dips her hands into her chalk bag and glances past me when I return from the restroom.

"Jennie. Yeah." I stare at the wall like I'm figuring out the problem.

"Her face and neck are red. She looks thoroughly flustered. You didn't …" Jisoo aligns herself in front of me, attempting to snag my full attention, but she's short, so I can see over her just fine. "You didn't have sex with her in the bathroom, did you?"

Jisoo is my cousin Kai's girlfriend. She works part-time for me, so her curiosity runs deeper than an employee's. And Kai doesn't climb, so I'm her new best friend.

"Why would I do that?" Nope. I am not going to look at her.

"Oh, my god. You did. You totally did!"

"Shh …" I smirk, shaking my head. "You don't know what I did or didn't do. Jennie wanted to talk, so we talked."

A little. I don't remember what she first said to me because I focused too much on her lips and the probability of getting her out of those leggings without destroying them. The only words I can easily recall are the ones where she revealed her weakness.

The kiss.

She doesn't want me to kiss her because she knows that's her weakness.

"Why are you grinning like you did, in fact, have sex with her?"

I press my lips together to suppress my grin. "Did you climb that one?" I nod to the red route.

"Yes. I did that while you were having sex with Jennie in the bathroom."

I have nothing but my unavoidable, truth-spilling grin.

We boulder for another hour. While we head toward the exit, I slow my pace to catch a glimpse of Jennie in the office. As if she knows I'm staring at her—as if she knows she's helpless to said stare—her gaze shifts from the computer screen to me.

"I'll call you," I say with my best smile and a confident wink.

The girl who blabber-mouthed about the thousand dollars steps away from the counter to give me a better view of Jennie.

"Call the gym if you have membership questions." Jennie returns her gaze to the screen, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

"My only question is, when can I kiss you again?"

Jisoo snorts behind me while the girl at the desk turns almost as red in the face as Jennie—almost.

"I—" Jennie cuts herself off, quickly glancing at Jisoo.

"If we need to talk privately again, the bathroom works for me." I shrug.

When Jennie returns a mortified expression, Jisoo jerks her head toward the door. "I'm … uh … going to head home. See you tomorrow."

"Okay," I say without taking my eyes off Jennie.

"I have a date tonight." Jennie tips up her chin.

"Hmm …" I pop my lips several times. "Why would you have a date when we just got back together?"

"We didn't get back together." She crosses her arms.

"Yeah, we did." I hold up my hands and slowly bring them together, interlacing my fingers. "We literally got back together."

Her face turns deep crimson while her jaw works overtime. She's not enjoying my humor. And if I'm being honest, I'm not enjoying hers. Surely this date is a joke. Right? "Lucky guy," I say, turning toward the door. "Have a good time. Make sure he pays and wears a condom."

Am I good with her having sex with a guy? Hell no. But fuck it all if I'm going to let her see my disappointment.

I don't miss her tiny flinch as she deflates a fraction, which feels like a win for me or at least a point.

"Later, neighbor."

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