Kill Me Heal Me - JENLISA

Chapter 51

Time flies. Jennie stood alone under the shower and wondered if the water was ever going to heat up. A lukewarm shower was only half a shower, and starting off her Monday morning with a shudder wasn't exactly exciting, but one of the things she learned at 25—two weeks to 26, actually—was that life wasn't perfect. Some people had it much, much worse, so (most of the time) she refrained from complaining about her first world problems.

The water turned hot. Finally. She closed her eyes and savored the heat, knowing that a lot of lovely things wouldn't last. Tilting her head back, she allowed the water to run from the top of her head and drip down the tip of her elbows. Her eyes snapped open when the shower curtain rustled.

Lisa pilled it apart by a few inches and stepped in. Without waiting, Lisa leaned down to peck her on the lips. "Morning."

She peered at Lisa through the water droplets on her lashes and smiled. "I'm almost done. The water's hot now; You came at just the right time."

"Don't I always?" Lisa smirked.

She pinched Lisa on the butt that earned laugh from her, feeling amused by Jennie's acted.

Another thing she learned at 25 was that shower sex sounded a lot better in theory. Lisa hadn't liked how the cold tiles stung her back, and Jennie had regretfully found out that water wasn't an ideal lubricant. Sharing a shower wasn't that great, either, as it always left one of them cold and shivering. So they took turns.

Lucky them, Lisa was a naturally early riser, plus she usually traveled and stayed in a radically different time zone with the team. Needless to say she was up early and accomplishing more before the UK woke up than normal people completed all day. Certainly more than Jennie. And Lisa didn't mind.

According to Lisa, it was actually a good thing. It gave her time to do her thing before Jennie woke up and took shower—that way Lisa would only focus to work on a few things since she was still working remotely on her laptop in the mornings. Nothing big, but stuff that needed her touch every day before her morning jog.

That really worked for Jennie, too.

At 25, she'd learned the privilege of not being envious of anyone else. She enjoyed her dream job as a trauma surgeon, which to her was far more than something that paid the bills, adore the city she lived in, loved her friends, and her relationship could be summed up with the lyrics in "I Feel Pretty" from Westside story:

I feel stunning

And entrancing

Feel like running

And dancing for joy

For I'm loved

By a pretty wonderful boy

It was possible, after all, to find someone incredibly attractive at the first sight, pine over her for years, share an apartment as well as joint account, go on a grand trip to Paris, giant party, visit each other family, and after 18 wonderful months it was still entirely possible to think of Lisa as the single most beautiful event that happened in her life—an ongoing, life-altering event, that was. How she loved living with Lisa.

"I made coffee." Lisa said as Jennie headed out the shower. "It should be at just the right temperature, too."

Jennie was almost grateful for the less-than-optimal water situation, otherwise she might start worrying over the fact that she was too lucky to have everything she ever wanted. Sometimes it left her mildly paranoid that bad things were to happen, as if her life were a movie and the plot twists were yet to come.