A Jenlisa Fanfic: Situationship

Chapter 19

Jennie's POV:

I almost said it. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue—I love you. But do I really love her? Or is it just that I love having her around, without any commitments, just me and her in our own little world? No expectations, no labels, just us.

Spending these days in the UK with Lisa has been one of the best vacations I’ve ever had. I got my work out of the way on the first day, and after that, it was just us—roaming the city, kissing, having sex. We’ve done it everywhere—in the balcony, the bathtub, the kitchen, and even in the parking lot.

This hotel room is full of… love. Did I just say love?

Having Lisa here with me feels different. There’s something about being with her that makes everything better, more exciting, and more alive. I catch myself thinking about what it would be like if this was real, if she was mine and I was hers, no questions, no doubts. I want that. I want her. But every time I try to hint at something more, Lisa’s answers make me feel like she’s not ready for that. Like she’s afraid of taking that step.

And that’s what scares me. I don’t want to confess my feelings and lose what we have. I can’t imagine her not being in my life, not being by my side. Not her, please.

It’s our fifth day in the UK, and it’s been incredible so far. Every day with Lisa feels like a new adventure, and today we’ve planned to explore even more together. There’s still so much to see and do, and I want to soak up every moment we have here.

We talked about visiting the British Museum—it’s iconic, and I’ve always wanted to see the Rosetta Stone and the ancient Egyptian mummies up close.

Then, maybe we could take a stroll through Hyde Park, just wandering around, enjoying the greenery and the calm. I can already picture us stopping by the Serpentine to watch the swans, or maybe even renting a paddleboat for a bit of fun.

Afterwards, we could head over to Covent Garden for some shopping and street performances. I love how lively and colourful it is there, and I can imagine Lisa and I laughing at some quirky street acts or finding some unique souvenirs to take home.

In the evening, I’m thinking we could explore Soho—grab dinner at one of the cool, trendy restaurants there and maybe even check out a jazz club afterwards. I’ve heard Ronnie Scott’s is amazing, and I can’t wait to experience it with her.

There’s so much to do here, and the thought of sharing all these experiences with Lisa makes me feel so happy. But there’s also that lingering feeling I can’t shake—that I’m falling deeper for her every day, and I’m not sure where this will lead us. All I know is that I want to keep making memories with her, here in the UK, and where life takes us next.

As we wandered into Hyde Park, the greenery and fresh air immediately put me at ease. The sun was shining, and everything felt perfect. Lisa and I walked side by side, occasionally brushing hands as we took in the peaceful surroundings.

We passed by the Serpentine, watching the swans glide gracefully across the water.

"You know," I said, glancing at Lisa with a playful smile, "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone on a paddleboat."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Are you suggesting something, Jen?"

"Maybe," I teased, nudging her lightly with my shoulder. "But only if you’re up for it."

Without missing a beat, Lisa grabbed my hand and led me towards the boat rental. "Challenge accepted." she said, her tone mischievous.

As we paddled out onto the water, the city noises faded, leaving just the sound of the water and the occasional bird call.

We found a quiet spot, and I turned to Lisa, my heart fluttering. The way she looked at me, with that mix of affection and amusement, made my knees weak.

"So, about that kiss…" I began, but before I could finish, Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips warm and inviting. It was a perfect moment, surrounded by the peacefulness of the park and the gentle rocking of the boat.

When we finally pulled back, I grinned at her. "You know, you’re pretty good at this."

Lisa laughed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I aim to please."

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring more of the park, finding little hidden spots to sit and talk, or just enjoying each other’s company. There was something so effortless about being with Lisa, something that made everything feel right.

But every time she looked at me, that same question lingered in my mind—what happens when this vacation is over?