Between the Lines - Jenlisa

Part 11

The next day Jennie couldn't stop thinking about it.

Lisa's touch. Her warmth. The way it lingered even after she pulled away. The way Jennie had stood frozen in the middle of it, like the air around her had thickened, like she wanted to lean into it but didn't know if she was allowed.

But that night-- tonight --Jennie made a decision.

She couldn't keep pretending.

She couldn't keep playing this game with Lisa anymore. She wasn't strong enough to keep resisting.

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The dorm was quiet.

The other had gone out for a late-night snack run, leaving Jennie and Lisa alone.

Jennie was pretending to scroll through her phone, but all she could hear was the soft rustle of Lisa moving around the room, and the pulse of her heartbeat that seemed to echo in her ears.

Jennie knew Lisa was there. She could feel her, hovering just at the edge of her space.

She had been avoiding this moment for days, maybe weeks. But tonight was different, tonight Jennie wasn't going to run.

Tonight she was going to give in.

She dropped her phone on the couch beside her and stood up.

Her heart thumping in her chest.

Lisa was standing near the window, looking out at the city lights. When she heard Jennie's footsteps, she turned , raising an eyebrow. "What's up?"

Jennie could feel her palms sweating, her breath catching in her throat.

But she didn't stop.

She closed the distance between them. Slowly.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as Jennie stopped just a foot away from her, close enough to feel the heat from her body but not enough to make her touch. Not yet.

Lisa didn't say anything. She just watched, her gaze flicking from Jennie's eyes to her lips, a mix of curiosity and something else-- something Jennie couldn't quite place but recognized deep down.

Jennie swallowed, her heart hammering in her chest. "I-" She stopped herself. Took a breath. "I can't keep pretending."

Lisa's expression softened, but she didn't speak. She didn't need to.

Jennie felt the weight of her own confession settling in her chest. "I can't keep avoiding you, pretending like this doesn't matter, I can't--"

Lisa moved before Jennie could finish.

In one swift motion, she close the gap between them, her hands coming up to gently cup Jennie's face.

And Jennie didn't flinch.

Lisa's eyes locked with hers, searching, reading every hesitation, every fear that flickered across Jennie's face.

And then, without a single word more, Lisa leaned in.

Jennie closed her eyes, heart racing.

Their lips met, soft at first, gentle, as if testing the waters. Jennie's breath hitched at the contact, her pulse racing, but it was like she couldn't stop herself. Her hands found their way to Lisa's waist, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Lisa's lips moved against hers, slow and deliberate, as if asking for permission-- permission to continue, permission to close the distance, to finally let go of all the tension between them.

And Jennie gave it.

She opened her mouth slightly, inviting Lisa in, and the kiss deepened. The room felt like it was closing in, the world fading away until there was only the two of them, tanglked together in a kiss that was as inevitable as it was necessary.

When they pulled back, breathless, Jennie's forehead rested against Lisa's. Her fingers were still on Lisa's waist, their bodies pressed so close it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

"Finally," Lisa whispered, a soft laugh in her voice. "I was wondering how long it would take."

Jennie laughed shakily, her chest tight with everything she had been holding back, "You're impossible."

Lisa smilled, her thumb gently brushing Jennie's cheek. "I know. But you like it."

Jennie didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Because she did.

And in that moment, as they stood there, stillclose, still breathless, Jennie knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something they couldn't ignore anymore. The beginning of something that had been quietly building all along.

Something that, for once, wasn't going to be held back.