Jay's POV
I was lying on my bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. The house was quiet. Aries had already left for his university class—his school was perfectly fine, so he didn't need me fussing over him. And for me… well, boredom was slowly gnawing at my mind.
I flicked through social media, played a couple of games, even tried replaying old dance videos I'd saved. But nothing was really holding my attention.
"May I come in?"
The voice made me look up. My heart skipped.
Keifer.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned. "Got bored at home. Couldn't just sit there. So I came to bother my wife."
Before I could even say anything, he was already climbing onto my bed, lying down beside me. His gaze found mine, intense, almost teasing. I could feel it burn through me.
Why does he have to look at me like that?
I grabbed my pillow and whacked him lightly.
"What was that for?" he asked, raising one brow.
"I haven't forgotten," I said, huffing, "how you always sided with Sienna—even when I was the victim!"
"Jealous?" he asked casually, a smirk curling on his lips.
"Of course I'm jealous!" I shot back. "You even lifted her in front of me!"
I grabbed another pillow to hit him again—but this time, he caught my hand.
Suddenly, my head was pressed against his chest.
"Listen," he murmured softly, voice calm but steady. "My heart… it only belongs to my girlfriend. My wife. Jasper Jean Mariano Watson."
I felt my cheeks heat up.
He's saying that seriously… and I…
We stayed like that, staring at the ceiling. Silence stretched comfortably between us for a moment. Then he said, "I heard from Yuri… you think Sienna's dad looks familiar?"
I nodded.
"What could be the reason she hates us so much?" I asked him quietly.
"I have no idea," he admitted. Then he began telling me about his investigation into Sienna's father. "I tried… but I couldn't find anything."
I swallowed hard. "Keifer… do you know Sienna was behind the blast?"
He didn't even flinch. "I knew it."
"What… what do we do now?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him.
He just looked at me. Quiet. Unmoving.
"Keifer?" I whispered.
"I'm quiet because my wife won't stop asking me questions," he finally said, his lips quirking into that familiar teasing smirk. "And I don't even have all the answers."
"Well, your wife wants answers," I said, poking him lightly.
I grabbed my phone, scrolling to distract myself, but Keifer's gaze followed me relentlessly. It was impossible to focus with him staring like that—so impossibly cute, like a little boy in trouble
I was distracted, but then I noticed him glancing at my hand.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing.
"Uh… what?" I tried to shrug, but he was persistent.
"On your finger," he said, voice low, teasing.
"Oh… this? It's fashion," I said quickly, trying to laugh it off.
He reached for my hand. "What happened?"
I pulled my hand back and lightly tapped his face. "Don't worry… um… scissors. I was trying to cut some paper."
Keifer didn't look convinced. He narrowed his eyes. "What about that?" He pointed to my door, lying on the floor.
I kept my hand lightly on his face, covering it again. "Oh… that? Aries did it. When the scissors cut me, he was trying to help."
His eyebrows furrowed. "So… your trauma came back. Did you get scared? Why didn't anyone call me?"
Keifer's questions kept coming, relentless, rapid-fire.
Okay… need to calm him. He'll panic if I explain everything now…
So I leaned in and kissed him.
He froze instantly, his eyes widening for a brief second.
And then… a smirk spread across his face.
"Could you do that again?" he whispered, voice low.
"I only did it to calm you down," I said softly.
"Well," he murmured, "I'm still not calm… still angry."
I groaned. "Then go eat ice cream!"
But he didn't move. He just stared, and I couldn't focus on my phone anymore.
I kissed him again, softly at first. My hands brushed against his chest, feeling the warmth under his shirt. When I tried to pull away, he didn't let me. His hand cupped the back of my neck, guiding me closer.
And just like that, it deepened—French kiss.
Heat. Breathless gasps. Fingers entwined. Hearts racing.
I could feel the bed shift beneath us, his weight pressing slightly against me. He rolled us gently, so we were lying side by side, still kissing, still tasting, still holding onto each other as if letting go would break something vital.
Minutes passed—or maybe seconds. Time didn't exist. Just us.
When we finally pulled back, gasping for air, I rested my head on his chest.
Keifer's hand found mine, holding it gently. His gaze softened as he whispered, "My heart… it only belongs to my wife. Jasper Jean Mariano Watson."
I'm his wife… and yet, every time he says that, it still makes my heart race.
Why does it always feel like he owns a piece of me?
And why do I even want him to?
I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For once, the chaos of the world outside didn't matter.
Because right here, right now, it was just us.
End of Chapter.