Lisa

I've got Jennie's hand in mine as we slowly make our way back to the hotel, purposely going the long way around. Despite the terrible news she received, she seems so much happier here, where it's just the two of us. Being so far away from everyone makes it easy to pretend like life didn't tear her away from me.

She sighs happily and I turn to look at her. She's staring up at the sky, and I'm staring at her. "You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," I tell her without thinking. Jennie looks at me, her eyes wide. She blushes, and I like that look on her. I like throwing her off, I always have.

Her eyes roam over my face, and her cheeks darken even further. Her eyes drop to my lips, and she looks away.

She tries to pull her hand out of mine, and I shake my head, tightening my grip on her. I tuck our hands back into my pocket, my thumb stroking over the back of her hand, my face tipped up at the sky. Stolen moments… that's all I'll ever have of her, but if that's all I can have, I'll take it.

Jennie's cheeks are crimson and her eyes are sparkling in a way I haven't seen in years. We both have smiles on our faces as we continue our walk.

Jennie flinches when a snowflake falls on her face and she looks around as snow comes pouring down around us. She giggles and looks up at me, and I wish I could just capture this moment.

My fingers brush past the edges of her coat, and I zip her all the way up, half her face hidden behind her collar. She looks up at me, her gaze intense. I can't help but wonder if she's feeling what I'm feeling. Does this moment feel precious to her too?

I throw my arm around her shoulder and keep her close as we continue our walk, snow surrounding us. Jennie pauses and then grins at me. "Let's grab a bottle of champagne," she tells me, and I frown at the liquor store we're standing in front of. "We have something to celebrate, after all."

Jennie pulls me along, and I laugh. "Minx, you do realize I can afford to order us champagne at the hotel, right?"

She pouts at me and shakes her head. "It won't be the same," she tells me. Jennie grabs my hand and pulls me into the store.

We emerge with a couple of bottles of cheap champagne, and Jennie all but drags me back to the hotel. She's shivering by the time we make it back to our suite.

"Shall I draw you a bath, Minx? You're freezing."

She looks at me and shakes her head. She grabs one of the bottles of champagne and smirks. "You pop this, I'll be right back."

I shrug out of my coat and do as she says. Minutes later Jennie returns to the living room with her entire duvet wrapped around her. I bark out a laugh as she runs up to the sofa and pats the seat next to hers. I smile and take off my suit jacket before joining her, two glasses in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other.

"I didn't work this hard to have cheap champagne," I tell her, shaking my head. Jennie shrugs, the duvet dropping off her shoulders. She holds it out for me to crawl underneath and then covers me up. My eyes fall to the clothes she changed into, and I grin as I pour her a glass of champagne.

"Oh-kay, Ms. High and Mighty," she says, rolling her eyes. "You know what we call people that say stuff like that back in London?"

I shake my head as I tap my glass against hers. "Tossers," she says. "You're acting like a total tosser. Cheap champagne is wonderful, I'll have you know."

Whenever she talks about London, her accent turns a little more British, and it's hot as hell. "You know what we call you here?"

Jennie sits up, her hair still windswept, and her eyes filled with excitement that's become foreign to me. "A thief," I murmur, my fingers tracing over her collarbone. Jennie looks down at the hoodie she stole from me and blushes.

"Well, you did say you had more interesting stuff for me to steal…"

I smirk and take a sip of my champagne. "It's fine, I guess it does look better on you than it does on me."

She blushes and grabs the remote control, zapping through channels until she finds some sort of telenovela, for a lack of better word.

I look at her with raised brows and she looks back at me, a challenge in her eyes. "Let me guess," she says. "The amazing Lisa Manoban is too good for Spanish soaps."

I purse my lips and tug my tie off. The truth is that I'd watch anything with Jennie, I'd do anything to spend some time with her, just as she is right now — no shields up, no hiding behind the person she thinks she's become.

Jennie shifts positions, bringing her knees up, and I pull her legs towards me, settling her feet in my lap. "God, Minx. Your feet are freezing," I say, alarmed. I rub my hands over them, massaging her and warming her up at the same time.

A small moan escapes her lips, and I have to reposition her feet in my lap to keep her from finding out just how much she still affects me. A single moan from her, and I'm rock solid. Jennie tries her best to focus on the soap she's allegedly watching, but her eyes keep dropping back to mine. She follows my every movement as I undo the first few buttons of my shirt, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, and I get even harder.

I clench my jaw and try my best to watch the soap she put on, but I'm struggling. I so badly want to pull her closer. I want her in my lap the way I had her last night, but this time I want her smiling at me, I want her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips on mine.

I circle my thumb over her ankle, and another gasp escapes her lips. I love all of these little sounds she makes. I fucking wish I could massage the rest of her body too, but she'd just pull away from me entirely if I tried.

I try my best to focus on the TV and end up reading the subtitles just to keep my mind off the things I want to do to Jennie. I narrow my eyes and then look at Jennie. "What the hell does that even mean, outraged in Spanish," I say, and Jennie bursts out laughing, her body shaking. I can't help but laugh too.

I want more of this. More of these moments with her, where we're both who we used to be. I want more of these moments where I truly feel happy once again. I can't help but fear that this bond we seem to have recovered here in New York will fall apart the second we set foot in Woodstock tomorrow.