Jennie awoke from her peaceful slumber, finding herself alone in bed. As she struggled to open her eyes, she desperately tried to recall the events of the previous night.
She tried to hold her breath but she smelled Lisa's scent instead. Sitting upright, she quickly confirmed that her attire remained intact beneath the blanket, dispelling any worry of being undressed.
Feeling a tad disorientated, Jennie attempted to recollect the happenings from the previous evening, only to be met with a throbbing headache.
"You may need to drink these painkillers" Alison made her way to enter Jennie's room while carrying a glass of water and aspirin, "The sound check is in 2 hours, you need to get ready now"
Is it just a dream? Did I just have a wet dream? Jennie lost in thoughts
"Hey, Alison," Jennie was about to ask Alison about it "How much did I drink last night?"
"Enough to make me suffocated" Alison annoyingly replied to Jennie's silly question.
Suffocated.
That word immediately set Jennie's mind unease. She had absolutely heard that word last night, right before she got the most intense orgasm. She wasn't sure which orgasm since she got a lot last night.
"Who took me here last night?" Jennie got up from the bed and then drank the painkiller,
"Me? Duh" Alison walked to the closet and prepared Jennie's outfit for today's schedule.
Alison didn't mean to lie, she knew exactly what happened last night. With that spectacular deafening moan from the room next door, she bet no one could sleep well last night.
It's just this morning before Lisa left, she begged Alison to not say anything to Jennie unless she asked Lisa personally. This never-ending drama of course suffocated Alison into a hell pile of work during a busy tour schedule.
"Go wash yourself, hurry!" Alison told Jennie who was daydreaming on the balcony "Jisoo is on the way here to pick you up" She added.
With a pouted face, Jennie obeyed Alison's orders. She immediately walked into the bathroom and rushed to take a bath. As she stripped down, she was startled by the presence of hickeys on her breast.
"WHAT THE FUCK" Jennie screamed out,
Alison stifled her laughter and asked, "What's the matter, babe?" feigning surprise,
Jennie quickly covered her outburst, replying, "Oh, it's nothing. Just the water... It's freezing!" She blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.
Jennie stood in front of the mirror, her eyes scanning her body, tracing every visible hickey. Each mark told a story of passion and desire, a night filled with intimate moments and heated exchanges. As she turned around, her gaze landed on a fresh bite mark adorning her shoulder, a reminder of the intensity of their connection.
What the freaking fuck!
Remaining calm, Jennie's mind raced with memories of the previous night. The warmth of their bodies intertwined, the feeling of Lisa's touch against her skin. Each mark on her body held a certain power, a testament to the raw emotions that had unfolded. Running her tiny hand over each mark, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - shock, excitement, and a tinge of vulnerability.
Last night was indeed wild.
These marks were like invisible tattoos, etched onto her skin, telling a story of passion and intimacy. They served as a constant reminder of the connection she shared with her. And though she knew that the physical marks would fade with time, the memories they represented would forever be imprinted in her mind.
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