She hadn't fainted. She'd come awfully close, though, Jennie admitted to herself as she showered the next morning. It was a good thing that she was young and healthy; otherwise these passionate encounters quite possibly might have killed her.
Smiling, she turned into the water and let it wash the lathered soap away. Lisa was better than chocolate. As a child, Jennie had once asked her mother how she would know she was in love. Her mother had said she would know she was in love when she would be willing to give up chocolate forever to be with that person for even an hour. Jennie, a dedicated and hopeless chocoholic, had decided right then that she would never fall in love. She had been sure that no human was worth such privation.
Lisa was worth giving up chocolate. Dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate she would happily give it all up for her. But her grin quickly faded.
She doubted she would ever be given a choice.
Sighing, she turned off the shower and stepped out onto the small towel she had laid on the floor. She snatched one of the large bath towels from the rack to dry off, then paused as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Letting her towel drop away, she stared at her reflection.
Her body was a mass of bites. There were very few places that Lisa hadn't marked her. And every bite had been bliss. Anywhere there was a vein, and some places there weren't, her body was marked. These marks should hurt now that she wasn't caught up in passion and Lisa wasn't infusing her mind with her pleasure, but they didn't.
Jennie ran her fingers over a set on her shoulder and shuddered as she recalled Lisa biting her there as she drove her long slender fingers into her. Her body immediately flared to life, yearning for Lisa again.
"Dear God, I'm a junkie," she breathed, letting her hand drop. Worse, she was a junkie who was about to lose her fix. This was Sunday, the last day of the conference. There was a tea in the afternoon and a farewell party that night, but those were the only functions scheduled. There was to be no hospitality suite. Most of the attendees were leaving in the afternoon or evening. Some would even be flying home that morning.
Due to her "allergy to the sun" Jennie had booked Lisa on a 4:30 flight back to Jeju, and herself and Taehyung on a 5:30 flight back to Seoul. That way, they could see her off and still get back to their respective homes early enough to unpack and relax tonight before going back to work in the office tomorrow.
How long did that leave her with her? She wondered. She had woken up at six a.m. and considered crawling onto Lisa, waking her up with a smile, but had come in here to take a shower first. By her guess it was maybe 6:15 or 6:30. That meant she had about ten hours left. Her mouth went dry. Ten hours. Ten hours and then
Her eyes were suddenly blurry, her heart aching.
Jennie brushed away her tears with a disgusted swipe of her fingers. Jesus, what was the matter with her? So they had great sex. She hadn't done anything stupid like fall in love or anything, she told herself.
But she was lying. It wasn't just great sex. She'd fallen for the big lug. Cripes. She wasn't the sort to break the law and rob a blood bank for just any writer. She thought the world of Wendy, but she wouldn't have done it for her. And she wouldn't have offered Wendy her wrist for a little breakfast nibble either. Yep, she'd fallen for Lisa. Hard.
How had this happened? When had it happened? Obviously before breakfast on Wednesday. Maybe when Lisa had proven she was a woman of her word by actually showing up at the conference. No, more likely before she'd ever left Jeju. She was honest enough to admit at least, to herself that she hadn't been able to get the woman out of her head during the month between meeting Lisa and seeing her again. She'd taken great joy in reserving her room, registering her at the conference, and choosing and ordering all of her costumes. She'd even dreamt about her hot, sweaty dreams like the one she'd enjoyed in her home.
