Jay's POV
(Keifer's room)
I looked around his room
.
It was… neat.
Spotless, actually.
His wardrobe was filled with perfectly ironed clothes. Everything was in place
.
Meanwhile, my room?
Pheww. 😂
"Jay…"
Keifer called my name. I turned to see him holding a set of clothes—definitely his.
"Here. Go change," he said, handing them to me.
I took the clothes and walked toward the bathroom when he suddenly spoke again.
"Do you want me to help you?" 🤭
"Gago!" I snapped.
"Uh—profanity," he teased. 😏
"Kiss your ass!
I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
That was close. 😮💨
I took a quick shower and changed into the clothes Keifer gave me. The shirt was obviously his—too big, too warm, and smelled like him.
When I opened the bathroom door, Keifer was standing right there, waiting.
Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me in a bridal style, placing me gently on the bed.
Now he was hovering over me.
The air felt different—tense and quiet.
Our faces were inches apart.
He leaned in slowly, carefully, like he was making sure I wouldn't pull away.
Then he kissed me.
My mind went blank.
The world narrowed down to just that moment.
It was… perfect.
"Keifer?" 🥺
"Yes, wifey?" 👀
"I'm hungry." 😖
He chuckled. "Wait. I'll get something to eat."
As he went to the kitchen, I glanced around the room again. My eyes landed on a drawer.
I don't know why—but I opened it.
Inside was a box.
I took it out and lifted the lid.
My breath caught.
Pictures of Ella.
Pictures of them together.
Matching couple items—mugs, keychains, shirts.
"What…?"
My hands started shaking. My head spun, and I had to sit down.
I quickly put the box back and sat on the bed, trying to process what I had just seen.
Is he cheating on me?
No. Keifer wouldn't do that. I trust him.
But…
I couldn't ignore it
.
The photos on his phone.
Ella's words echoing in my head.
I hugged my knees tightly.
"Jay?" Keifer asked when he returned. "Are you okay?
"Yeah," I said quickly.
When he offered me food, I shook my head. "I'm not hungry anymore."
I'd lost my appetite.
"I'm sleepy," I added. "I'm going to sleep."
"As you wish, wifey.
We lay down together. Sleep slowly crept in, and just as I was about to drift off, Keifer wrapped an arm around my waist and gently turned me toward him.
We were face to face.
"Good night," he whispered. "I love you… and I love you till scientists find the end of the universe.
He kissed my forehead.
I turned away.
Not because I didn't love him.
But because I was still confused.