The Quiet Contract

Make Out Session

Trigger warning, 18+ slight...

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Jennie POV

I handed Lisa the shorts, trying to act normal, but my eyes betrayed me.

It was unintentional—at least, that's what I told myself. But when I caught sight of her, there, I couldn't stop staring. I mean, it wasn't exactly hidden. And even though Lisa wasn't, you know, hard or anything, she was... noticeable. Above average, very noticeable.

My gaze lingered far too long.

"Jennie?" Lisa's voice broke through the haze, her low, steady tone accompanied by a deliberate cough.

I blinked rapidly, mortified, and immediately snapped my eyes back up to her face. "Oh! I—I'm sorry!" I stammered, my voice trembling. "I wasn't—I didn't mean to—" I felt like a deer caught in headlights. The heat rising to my cheeks was unbearable.

Lisa just smirked slightly, her head shaking. "It's fine," she said, her voice calm but teasing.

It wasn't fine. Nothing about this was fine. I was sure my face was now the same shade as a ripe tomato. I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. "I'll, uh, be in the living room," I blurted out, my voice an octave too high, and then practically bolted out of the room.

When I finally reached the living room, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my burning face in my hands. "Get a grip, Jennie," I whispered to myself, groaning. What the hell was that? Why couldn't I just hand her the shorts like a normal person?

It wasn't the first time I'd thought about Lisa like that—though I'd never admit it to anyone but myself. But this... this was new territory. Seeing her like that, even unintentionally, stirred something I wasn't ready to deal with. And the way she caught me staring? Humiliating.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "It's just Lisa," I muttered. "You're overthinking."

But no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else, the image of her kept flashing in my mind. Her relaxed, unbothered demeanor, the way her shirt hung loosely over her frame, and, of course... that.

The worst part? I didn't feel entirely embarrassed—there was a flicker of curiosity, of wanting to know more. And that realization only made my face burn hotter.

The sound of the shower starting pulled me out of my spiral. I glanced at the clock and frowned. She was probably taking a cold shower now. I'd embarrassed both of us, hadn't I?

I groaned, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to my chest as I flopped back against the couch. What was I supposed to do now? Apologize? Pretend it never happened?

One thing was clear: Lisa had me utterly flustered, and I had no idea how to handle it.

I sank further into the couch, clutching the wine glass in my hand like it was my lifeline. My mind was spinning, and no amount of deep breathing was helping.

Was it just because it had been so long? I hadn't been with anyone in what felt like forever. Maybe I was just... thirsty. That had to be it, right? It wasn't about Lisa. It was about me. My body. My needs.