You Got Me (JenLisa)

Chapter 22

"With emphasis on the second 'really'," Lisa tried to be funny because Jennie haven't said a word yet, who went still and silent and was just staring at Lisa with an unreadable expression on her face.

And just when Lisa have decided that she was about to drop the matter and pretend that nothing ever happened because Jennie was nonresponsive about it, Jennie suddenly dropped the spoon she was holding and cupped Lisa's face with her both hands, which was cold and shaking, by the way, and just stared at Lisa's eyes, lost for words.

Just seconds ago, while she was listening to and comprehending Lisa's shub mak-whatever and Lisa translating it for her, telling her that she really really likes her, all Jennie could think about was those plump lips and how it was moving beautifully while saying those Thai words. It sounded more beautiful than when being translated, those shub mak thing. Or maybe it sounded beautifully because Lisa said it?

And now...

Now that Jennie was cupping Lisa's face and holding it tightly while staring and searching for something   at those soft brown eyes and how it was staring back at her with a mix of incredulousness and confusion and amusement, Jennie felt utterly weak, stupid and embarrassed.

What was she thinking when she thought she could just grab Lisa by the face and aim for a kiss? A kiss?? Preposterous and impulsive. That's what she was. But those pouted plump lips which looked gorgeously bewildered still looked, well, enticing and inviting for a kiss.

A kiss, which Jennie thought she would and could aggressively initiate, was not an option anymore. Because 1) Lisa was way taller than her. Therefore, 2) she, Jennie, had to tiptoe to reach in for a kiss, which would look like she was forcing Lisa or forcing herself on Lisa, which, either way, would be embarrassing, and 3) and the most vital of all was that she didn't know how to kiss. Or to respond to a kiss, should Lisa kiss her. And those three facts made her want to just evaporate off the earth. She's twenty-four, she had been to and lived in a city like New York, where kissing was an everyday normal thing, and she still didn't know how to kiss. What. An. Embarrassment.

"Jennie, what are you doing?" Lisa asked. She sounded a little comical, with how her voice sounded like she was suffering from a bad toothache, because her face was contorted from Jennie's tight grip.

Jennie looked at Lisa one more time as if she was seeing her for the first time. Beautiful and funny, with those soft brown eyes that was causing her to act weird and funny and panicky, and her heart was currently doing flips and turns and all the possible types of somersaultings. All because Lisa was gazing at her. It was crazy!

Jennie loosened her grip a little on Lisa's face, but still cupping it gently. She realized she never wanted to let go of it anymore.

"Lisa, did you just say you like me? Like, really really like me?" Jennie asked.

Lisa looked embarrassed but still nodded. It was now or never, she told herself. "Yes, Jennie. I think I did, yeah," she said, going crimson in the face.

"But you can't like me, Lisa!" Jennie said wildly and finally letting go of Lisa's face, as if it was burning the sensitive tissues on her palms. Which she regretted almost instantly because the soft skin on her palms honestly felt comfortably warm and ridiculously contented against Lisa's warm cheeks. And based on the despondent look on Lisa's face, Jennie figured that Lisa took her words the wrong way.

"Oh. Okay," Lisa muttered, looking hurt and dejected. So much for taking the risk, she thought. "May I ask why?" she asked in a depleted tone.

"Because..." Jennie started by releasing a sigh. "Because I like you too a lot, Lili. Like, really a lot! And if you really like me, then it will only mean that we should do something about this. And I...I honestly don't know what to do from this point on," Jennie confessed.