The Love We Had | JENSOO [18+]

Chapter Eighteen: Witnessing The Ex Lovers

The sun crested over the trees and began to warm up the little green tent.

Jisoo lightly stroked the waves of raven locks on the pillow next to her and smiled. Years ago she had made a habit out of grabbing chunks of that hair and pulling it mercilessly when she didn't get her way in their games of Power Rangers or Pirates. Jennie would cry and tattle on her, but neither of them really knew that she did it because she liked her.

But it was different now. Now she touched it lovingly, with care, and with esteem. Jennie was beautiful without trying. Funny without hesitation. And passionate without reservation.

Jisoo wrapped her body around her warm curves and kissed her shoulder. She felt a sense of freedom knowing she could now touch Jennie without doubt or inhibition.

Her touch roused Jennie and she rolled slowly onto her back, eyes still closed, smiling. Her palm traveled from Jennie's wild hair down to her stomach, and she took a moment to take in the sight of Jennie bare breasts in the soft morning light.

Her body was enthralling. It was supple and round in all the right places and Jisoo admired its natural, unique quality. A freckle here and there tempted she run her fingers across Jennie's skin and play connect the dots. It was the polar opposite of her ex-wife who, at only 28, had been tucked and peeled and personally trained into a flat, hard statue topped off with disproportionate rigid mounds of silicone.

Jennie cocked her head to one side with a soft moan inspired by the strong hand on her belly. Jisoo dipped down and deposited several docile kisses on her mouth and, with a more forceful hand on her thigh, turned her on her side to face Jisoo.

"Girl am I glad I remembered to grab the walkie-talkie before the great escape," Jisoo said between kisses.

She pulled Jennie closer until their flesh was pressed together, chest to toes. Jennie lifted her leg and draped it over Jisoo's hips, and her hand dropped slowly down her back, coming to rest on her backside. The pressure of her body on Jisoo and her fingers squeezing her gently made Jisoo blood start pumping. Jisoo was insatiable when it came to Jennie.

"I'm glad too," Jennie said through half-closed eyes. "But I'm looking forward to being in an actual bed with you."

Jisoo laughed as her hands roamed over Jennie's slimmed body. "Me too. But I'll take you anywhere I can get you for now."

Jennie giggled as Jisoo grabbed at her frantically and feasted on every inch of her exposed skin, all the while making growling sounds and playing the part of a wild animal.

In the past few days Jennie had felt as if she'd awoken from a bad dream. She'd spent too long thinking no man or woman could want her, that something was wrong with her. The relief of the revelation that just wasn't true was brilliant. Life-changing. She looked back on herself just a few months ago, living in a sexual cold-war stand-off, and wished she could go back and shake some sense into herself.

She'd convinced herself that it was easier to stay with Taehyung and that it would hurt too badly to leave. Jennie knew the spark was gone, but in the mind games that she played with herself she pretended it didn't matter. She was comfortable, in some ways anyway.

Wasn't that enough?

Jennie was more than sparking now. She was on fire. And with each passing day she realized that this new heat, this undeniable physical chemistry, was more than just that. Jisoo was a good person. Great, in fact. And although she was haunted by some messy baggage, she found all she wanted to do was help see her through it. Because she deserved it, and the light at the end of the tunnel with her was bright.

An hour later, thoroughly sweaty and satisfied, Jennie emerged from the tent. She hated leaving Jisoo behind in her little hideout, but she had assured her that the press would give up soon once they realized their target was missing in action. She wasn't sure how Jisoo stayed so positive in the face of all this, but she certainly respected her attitude.