JAY-JAY POV
After I came back from the shower, wrapped tightly in a towel, I was blushing like crazy.
My skin still tingled from the heat of the water and the memory of his touch.
Keifer followed right after me, his face filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
His eyes locked on me, dark and unrelenting, as though the towel was the only barrier between him and what he wanted.
"Jay…" he murmured, stepping closer, his voice low and rough.
I clutched the towel tighter, my heart racing. "Keifer, don't look at me like that."
He smirked, tilting his head. "Like what? Like you're mine?"
My blush deepened, and I turned away, but he caught my wrist gently, pulling me back to face him.
"You can hide behind that towel all you want," he whispered, brushing his thumb across my knuckles, "but I already know every inch of you."
"Keifer," I said, hitting his chest lightly, my blush deepening.
He caught my wrist with ease, smirking. "What? I'm telling the truth."
"Idiot," I muttered, my cheeks still warm.
Keifer chuckled, his grin infuriatingly smug. "Profanity,"
He kissed me again, a mix of hungry and soft, like he couldn't decide whether to devour me or cherish me.
I pulled back, catching my breath. "I think that's enough for today," I said softly.
"Fine," Keifer replied, his grin never fading. "But put on a bathrobe."
I frowned, confused. "Why?"
"You'll see," he answered with a mischievous smirk.
I rolled my eyes at him, which only made his smile widen.
With a sigh, I slipped into a bathrobe, while he tied his own with that same boyish confidence.
"Keifer, I'm hungry," I said, clutching my stomach.
"Alright then, let's go make something for my little panda," he replied with a grin.
I pouted, tilting my head. "Why are you calling me a panda? Do I look fat?"
He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. "No, why would you think that?"
"Because pandas are fat," I muttered, still sulking.
He chuckled, brushing his nose against mine. "Pandas are also adorable. And besides, even if you did look fat, I'd still love you."
My blush deepened as he kissed the tip of my nose, his warmth melting away my pout.
"Enough with your flirtation," I said, swatting at him lightly. "Go make me something."
"Alright, alright. Let's go," he replied with a grin.
We headed downstairs together.
Keifer went straight to the kitchen, while I settled at the table, scrolling through my phone.
The sound of pans clinking and the faint smell of butter filled the air.
Within minutes, he appeared in front of me, holding a plate stacked with golden pancakes.
"Here you go, my little panda," he said proudly, sliding the plate toward me.
I looked up at him, trying to hide my smile. "You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously good at spoiling you," he countered, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.
"Here, eat some," I said, holding out a forkful of pancake to him.
He leaned forward obediently, but I could see the mischief in his eyes. He wasn't just focused on the food — he was already plotting his next move.
How did I know? Because he'd already stolen ten kisses from me this morning, each one sneakier than the last.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to look stern. "Keifer, don't even think about it."
He chewed slowly, pretending innocence. "Think about what?"
I sighed, shaking my head, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me.
With Keifer, even breakfast turned into a battlefield of kisses and laughter.
Later, after we finished breakfast, we headed to the movie theater.
"Jay, what do you want to watch?" Keifer asked, his tone casual but his eyes already gleaming with mischief.
"Something romantic," I replied, settling into my seat.
"Sure," he said easily, leaning back.
I tapped my chin, suddenly changing my mind. "Actually… Keifer, let's watch a series instead."
He turned to me, one brow raised. "Which one?"
I grinned. "Ohh, what about Rain in España?"
Keifer chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course you'd pick that. You just want me to suffer through all the cheesy lines, don't you?"
I pouted dramatically. "Cheesy? It's romantic!"
He leaned closer, whispering against my ear. "Romantic is me kissing you in the theater, not watching someone else do it on screen."
My blush flared instantly. "Keifer!" I hissed, smacking his arm lightly.
He laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Fine, fine. Rain in España it is. But don't blame me if I start stealing kisses during the best scenes."
I groaned, covering my face. "You're impossible."
"Impossible but yours," he said smoothly, and I couldn't help but smile despite myself.
We started the series, but every time the main leads kissed on screen, Keifer leaned in and stole a kiss from me too.
"Keifer, watch the series," I said, turning to glare at him. "And stop staring at me."
He smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I can't… because you're here."
Before I could form a retort, he kissed me again.
His lips were demanding, and his fingers didn't stop their slow, torturous ascent.
They bypassed the edge of my robe, finding the bare skin of my inner thigh.
A jolt of pure electricity shot through me, and my hand, which had been poised to push him away, instead fisted in the material of his robe, pulling him closer.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue parting my lips with a confidence that made my head spin.
The cheesy dialogue from the movie faded into a meaningless drone, replaced by the roaring in my ears.
His thumb began to stroke small, hypnotic circles, inching higher with each pass, until his knuckles were brushing against the lace of my underwear.
A soft gasp escaped me, and he swallowed the sound, his kiss growing more possessive, more demanding.
He was no longer just teasing; he was staking a claim.
The private setting, the intimacy of the dark room, only fueled the fire coursing through my veins.
With his free hand, he reached up, his fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head to give him better access.
"Keifer," I breathed against his mouth, a half-hearted protest that sounded more like an invitation.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense even in the dim light.
"What's the matter, Jay?" he murmured, his voice a low, wicked caress. "Can't handle the romance?"
His hand shifted, his palm pressing firmly against me, and a jolt of pure pleasure shot through me.
My back arched involuntarily, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
He watched my reaction, a look of raw, unadulterated hunger on his face.
He was enjoying this, enjoying the power he had over me, the way my body responded to his touch with an eagerness I couldn't hide.
"Such a bad girl," he whispered, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. "Getting all worked up when you're supposed to be watching the series. What would people say?"
His words were meant to shame me, but they only ignited a boldness I didn't know I possessed.
I turned my head, my lips brushing against his jaw.
"Then you'd better be quiet," I challenged, my voice trembling but firm.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
He didn't need any more encouragement.
His fingers deftly moved the flimsy lace aside, and then his touch was directly on me, exploring, teasing, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that made my whole body tremble.
I clutched his arm, my nails digging into his skin as he began a slow, rhythmic circling that was pure, exquisite torture.
The series was forgotten.
The world was forgotten.
There was only the darkness, the sound of our ragged breaths, and the undeniable, building pleasure that Keifer was expertly coiling deep within me.
I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my sounds, my body rocking against his hand, chasing the release he was so skillfully promising me.
And as the credits for the episode began to roll and the soft lights in the theater slowly started to rise, Keifer finally, mercifully, sent me crashing over the edge.
The rest of the day went like this: him with me and me enjoying it.
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🔥💬 Author's Note 💬🔥
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