CHAPTER 7 - Breakfast PDA
Ginny Nakamura was running on three hours of sleep, one emotional crisis, and way too many feelings for someone who was supposed to be in a fake engagement.
She adjusted her blouse for the third time as she and Jayna walked into the resort's open-air restaurant.
The moment they stepped in—
eyes turned.
Whispers followed.
"Oh my god, they're here—"
"Is that Ginny and her fiancée?"
"They look so good together—"
Ginny smiled tightly, her heart pounding. She leaned slightly toward Jayna, whispering through clenched teeth, "I hate all of this."
Jayna didn't even look bothered.
In fact—she looked amused.
Relaxed.
Dangerous.
"Relax," Jayna murmured, her voice low and smooth as she guided Ginny forward. "We're just playing the part."
Easy for her to say.
Ginny's pulse was already racing before they even reached the buffet line.
And then—
Casual.
Natural.
Possessive.
Warm.
Ginny's brain short-circuited immediately.
Her entire body went rigid.
Her breath hitched.
Her heart? Gone. Disappeared. Left the building.
Jayna's thumb brushed lightly against the side of her waist, a small, slow movement that looked completely normal to anyone watching—
—but to Ginny, it felt like a spark dragged across her skin.
"B-baby," Jayna said smoothly, leaning in slightly like she'd done it a thousand times before, "what do you want to eat?"
Ginny stared at her.
Blinking.
Frozen.
Jayna's dimples appeared as she fought a smile. "Ginny?"
"Oh—uh—food. Yes. I want food. Eating. Breakfast. Morning."
Jayna choked on a laugh.
"Wow," she whispered, leaning closer, her lips near Ginny's ear, "you're really committed to the role."
Ginny's knees almost gave out.
She is going to kill me.
They grabbed plates and moved down the line.
Jayna never removed her hand from Ginny's waist.
Not once.
And every step they took, every time Jayna's fingers shifted, every time her thumb traced the smallest unconscious circle against Ginny's side—
Ginny felt it.
Every. Single. Time.
She could barely focus on the food in front of her.
At one point she almost grabbed a serving spoon instead of a plate.
"Careful, baby," Jayna teased under her breath, steadying her hand. "We don't want you hurting yourself before the honeymoon."
Ginny inhaled sharply.
"Honeymoon?!"
Jayna bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Shh. People are listening."
Ginny wanted to scream.
Instead, she forced a smile and leaned into Jayna slightly—because of course she had to sell it.
Her hand found Jayna's arm.
Lightly.
Then tighter.
Jayna stilled for half a second.
Just a half second.
Before she squeezed Ginny's waist again.
Soft.
Grounding.
Real.
They found a table with some of their former classmates.
Everyone immediately started talking.
Questions.
Teasing.
"Oh my god, when did this happen?"
"You two kept this a secret?!"
"Show us the ring!"
Ginny felt herself panic—
Jayna handled it.
Effortlessly.
She intertwined their fingers and lifted their hands, her thumb brushing over Ginny's knuckles as she smiled confidently. "We like to keep things private."
Ginny stared at their joined hands.
At how natural it looked.
At how... right it felt.
Her stomach flipped.
Halfway through breakfast, someone cracked a joke about how Jayna must be the "protective fiancée."
Jayna didn't miss a beat.
She slid her arm around Ginny's shoulders and pulled her closer, her voice low but playful.
"Of course I am. You think I'd let anyone else steal her from me?"
The table erupted in laughter and teasing.
But Ginny couldn't hear any of it.
Because Jayna's hand had shifted again—
back to her waist—
pulling her just slightly closer.
Their thighs pressed together under the table.
Their shoulders touched.
Their hands still intertwined.
Ginny's brain was officially gone.
Melted.
Destroyed.
Jayna leaned down slightly, her lips brushing just near Ginny's ear.
"Breathe," she whispered softly, only for her.
Ginny swallowed hard.
"I... I am breathing."
"Barely."
Ginny glared at her, but it lacked any real heat.
Jayna just smiled.
Soft.
Fond.
Dangerous.
By the time breakfast ended, Ginny was a complete mess.
Her body still tingled where Jayna had touched her.
Her heart was still racing.
Her mind was still stuck on every small, intimate moment.
As they stood up to leave, Jayna's hand slipped into hers again.
Natural.
Easy.
Comfortable.
Ginny looked down at their joined fingers.
Then up at Jayna.
Jayna glanced back, one brow lifting slightly. "What?"
Ginny shook her head quickly. "Nothing."
But her chest tightened.
Because for the first time since this whole lie started—
Ginny Nakamura wasn't sure she wanted it to end.