JAY-JAY POV
After dinner, I was about to go into a room, finally ready to breathe without him hovering, when Keifer stepped in front of me.
"Let's play something. Maybe truth or dare," he said, like this was some cute idea.
I stared at him.
"We are not in high school to be playing truth or dare," I said, pushing past him.
He moved with me, blocking the doorway again.
"Exactly," he said. "Which means you're old enough to handle it."
I glared. "Keifer, I'm tired."
He smirked. "You're scared."
I blinked. "Of what?"
"Of losing," he said, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place.
I scoffed. "I'm not scared. I just don't want to play your stupid game."
He raised an eyebrow. "So you are scared."
I clenched my jaw.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Fine," I snapped.
I walked to the hall, sat across from him, and watched him spin the bottle.
Of course it landed on me.
Because the universe hates me.
"Truth or dare?" he asked, eyes locked on mine.
"Truth," I said, crossing my arms.
He didn't hesitate.
"Did you miss me these four years?" he said, smirking like he already knew the answer. "Be honest."
My whole body went still.
Yes, I wanted to say I missed him.
Even after everything.
"Maybe a little," I said barely above a whisper.
He smiled.
I spun the bottle again.
it landed on Keifer.
"Truth or dare," I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Dare. I'm not scared," he said, all confident and stupid.
"Give me your phone. And unlock it."
His entire soul paused.
He looked at me.
Then he smiled—
that nervous, guilty, I‑have‑things‑to-hide smile.
But he still took out his phone and unlocked it.
The moment the screen lit up, his face shifted into pure horror mode.
Like he just remembered every mistake he ever made.
He moved fast—too fast—thumb already reaching to change something, delete something, hide something.
But I was faster.
I snatched the phone right out of his hand.
"HEY—Jay—wait—hold on—"
"Nope," I said, leaning back with the phone like it was a trophy. "A dare is a dare."
His eyes widened in panic.
"Jay, please—"
But it was too late.
I already saw it.
His home screen wallpaper.
It was me.
The picture I sent on New Year's Eve.
Me.
In that dress.
The naughty Christmas dress Section E gifted me.
The one that was too short, too revealing, too everything.
The one I regretted sending the second I hit send.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
I slowly lifted my eyes to him.
He was smiling—
but not his usual confident, annoying, "I‑win" smile.
"Keifer," I said slowly, holding the phone like evidence.
He swallowed.
Hard.
That nervous smile stayed on his face, but it wobbled.
"I can explain," he said.
I raised an eyebrow. "You better."
"Well, you sent it to me," he said, trying to defend himself like an idiot.
"You idiot, you blackmailed me! You said you'd tell everyone in Section E about me gifting you those boxers!" I snapped.
He shrugged. "Still, you sent it first."
My jaw dropped. "You gago, I deleted the photo!"
"I screenshot it," he said.
My soul left my body.
"You WHAT?!" I yelled, standing up so fast the bottle rolled away.
He winced, shoulders tensing like he knew he was about to die.
"I—uh—screenshotted it," he repeated, quieter this time.
I stared at him, eyes wide, hands shaking—not from embarrassment, but from the urge to strangle him.
"Keifer," I said slowly, "why the hell would you screenshot that picture?"
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Then he whispered, "Because… you looked sexy."
My brain short‑circuited.
I stood up too fast, marched toward him—
and immediately tripped over absolutely nothing.
I crashed straight into him.
He stumbled back.
And we both fell.
He hit the floor first.
I landed on top of him.
My face was inches from his.
So close I could feel his breath on my lips
His hands instinctively grabbed my waist, steadying me.
My palms landed on his chest, warm and solid under my fingers.
For a second—— neither of us moved.
His eyes flicked down to my lips. Mine flicked up to his.
Then I don't know who moved first.
Maybe I did.
Maybe he did.
Somehow, we found ourselves kissing each other.
Our lips synced perfectly,
And the feeling of his lips on mine was incredible.
We continued to kiss passionately, losing ourselves in the moment
He propped himself up, still lost in our kiss
I entwined my legs around his waist,
Responding eagerly to his embrace.
We parted our lips for a moment, only to find ourselves drawn back into another kiss.
We shared kiss after kiss, as his tongue danced with mine,
Fighting for dominance.
Then his hands slipped beneath my shirt, discovering the curve of my waist.
I gasped softly against his lips.
My fingers tangled in his hair as his hands roamed over me.
His lips parted from mine for just a moment before trailing down to my jaw,
Leaving soft, wet kisses that soon found their way to my neck, marking me with hickeys.
And his lips caressed my collarbone, beginning a tender kiss filled with both suction and gentle nibbles.
His teeth would tease as they grazed, while his tongue lovingly soothed the marks left behind.
I gasped as his lips found my earlobe, kissing it softly.
My most sensitive spot, he pressed his lips against the tattoos I had done
He began to leave hickeys on my skin, and I couldn't help but moan his name.
"Keifer," I gasped, the sound escaping my lips before I even realized it.
He froze.
We both looked down at the same time—
me sitting in his lap,
his hands still inside my shirt
my breath still uneven from the kiss we definitely should not have shared.
Reality hit us like a truck.
I scrambled off him so fast I almost tripped again.
"I—I have to go. To sleep. Yeah. Sleep," I stuttered, backing away like the floor was lava.
He stood up too, a little too quickly, brushing off his shirt even though nothing was on it.
"Yeah. Me too," he said.
His ears were red.
He wouldn't look at me.
I wouldn't look at him.
The air between us felt too warm, too loud, too full of everything we weren't saying.
I cleared my throat. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," he said, voice cracking just a little.
I went to my room and closed the door behind me
I walked to the mirror.
And the second I saw myself—
I froze.
I was red.
I was a full‑on tomato.
My cheeks were burning.
My ears were on fire.
Even my neck was turning red like it wanted to join the humiliation.
"Oh my God," I whispered to my reflection. "What is wrong with you."
I touched my face.
Still hot and red
I leaned closer to the mirror, trying to cool my cheeks with my hands—
And that's when I saw them.
The marks.
The hickeys that idiot gave me.
There were a few on my neck
And one right on my earlobe—subtle, but impossible to miss once you knew where to look.
My eyes widened.
My jaw dropped.
"Oh my God," I whispered.
I lifted my fingers and traced one lightly, feeling the warmth under my skin.
And despite everything—
a tiny smile tugged at my lips.
Then a small knock on my door
I opened the door.
"Can I sleep here for the night?" he asked.
I blinked at him, still red, still very aware of the hickeys on my neck, still very aware of the kiss we absolutely did not talk about.
"Why?" I managed to say, even though my voice came out way too soft.
"Because my room's air conditioner is broken and I can't sleep," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
His ears were still red.
Mine were probably glowing.
I nodded and stepped aside to let him in.
He walked past me, and I swear the air shifted.
He went to the bed first and I slipped onto my side of the bed
"When will we leave?" I asked, staring at the ceiling.
"Tomorrow morning," he said, voice low, almost careful.
I nodded, even though he couldn't see it in the dark.
Then suddenly he hugged me from behind.
"Keifer—" I started, half‑turning, half‑frozen.
"Please, Jay… let me sleep like this," he murmured, his voice low and tired as he rested his head against the curve of my neck.
I went still.
Completely still.
His breath was warm against my skin, and the way he said please—quiet, almost fragile—made something in my chest twist.
I didn't say anything.
he shifted closer, closing the space between us like it was the most natural thing in the world.
His arms wrapped around my waist
And I fell asleep
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