Count Your Lucky Stars •CHAENNIE•

Chapter 16

Someone knocked on her bedroom door.

Jennie burrowed deeper into her pillow. Too early. She was warm, almost too warm, the arm wrapped around her waist-

Hello.

Jennie's eyes shot open. This wasn't her bedroom. This was-

Last night came rushing back in one fell swoop. Arriving at the lodge. Hanging out on the patio. Jimin. Texting Rosie. Her thighs clenched. Everything that had come after, until the early hours of the morning.

Whoever was at the door knocked louder, causing Rosie to release the cutest little whimper before burrowing her face against the back of Jennie's neck.

Pale gray light filtered through a gap in the curtains. It was too early for housekeeping.

"Hey, Jen? Everyone's already downstairs. Are you coming?"

Shit. Jisoo.

Eyes still adjusting to being open, Jennie patted the nightstand, searching for her glasses. She slipped them on, then grabbed her phone to check the time. 7:06. Early, but not as early as she'd expected. She had two texts and a missed call, all from Jisoo.

Jisoo (6:45 a.m.): we're all meeting for breakfast at 7

Jisoo (6:57 a.m.): jen?

One missed call 7:00 a.m.

"Fuck," Jennie muttered, earning another whine from Rosie, whose arm tightened around Jennie's waist. She sighed and ran her fingers along the back of Rosie's forearm. "Rosie, I've got to get up."

Carefully, Jennie extricated herself from the bed, wincing at how cold the floor was under her feet. Picking up clothes as she went, Jennie pulled yesterday's sweater on over her head, grateful that it hit midthigh. She cracked open the door and poked her head out, the bed within direct view of the doorway.

Jisoo's smile fell. "You aren't ready yet?"

"Um, no. I-I overslept." She winced. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Do you just want to meet us . . ." Jisoo's eyes widened comically. "Um. Sorry." She shut her eyes and shook her head, laughing under her breath. "Lost my train of thought. Do you just want to meet us downstairs?"

Jennie nodded. "Sounds good. I'll be down in fifteen, okay?"

"No rush." Jisoo smiled brightly. "Take your time."

As soon as the door was shut, Jennie dropped her head and groaned. All she wanted was to crawl back into bed beside Rosie and revel in this little bubble they'd built, an oasis of soft sheets and softer skin, the fireplace churning out heat they didn't even need, not with the way she burned when Rosie touched her, even in the most innocent places. The inside of her wrist or the back of her knee, the small of her back, a kiss against the top knob of her spine capable of undoing her completely.

"Is everything okay?"

Jennie spun around. Rosie was sitting up, sheet wrapped around her, hair mussed and eyes sleepy, lips kiss-swollen and pink.

Jennie jerked her thumb behind her at the door. "That was just Jisoo. We overslept, I guess."

Rosie's eyes widened. "Wait, what time is it?" She swiped her phone off the nightstand. "Shoot. I still need to check my email."

Rosie hopped out of the bed, stumbling and catching herself when the sheets tangled around her legs. She kicked them aside and bent down, snagging her clothes. She looked up, lips twitching. "You're wearing my sweater."

"Oh." Jennie ducked her chin and laughed. No wonder it hit so low on her thighs. Rosie was taller, longer in the torso than she was by several inches. "I guess I am."