From the very start, Keifer had always had an obsession with Jay's waist.
It was something about the curve, the way she fit perfectly against him, the softness he could hold onto.
Tonight… he didn't resist.
He pressed close, hands tracing the familiar line of her waist, feeling the warmth, memorizing every inch like it was the only thing that mattered.
He kissed her neck.
Her collarbone.
Her shoulders.
Slowly, deliberately, like each kiss was a confession.
Jay didn't pull away.
She let him, sighing softly, pressing herself closer.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, playing with the strands gently, teasing him without words.
Keifer groaned softly, pressing her to him tighter.
"You're driving me insane," he whispered against her lips.
"And I don't care."
Jay smiled against him, lips brushing his ear.
"I like it when you go crazy," she teased softly.
"Just… don't stop."
He laughed into her hair, low and throaty, and kissed every part he could reach, hands never leaving her waist, never letting her go.
Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging just a little, testing him, enjoying the feel of him pressed close.
Keifer shivered at the touch, gripping her tighter, pulling her impossibly close.
"This… this is exactly how it should've been all along," he murmured, voice husky.
"Me… with you. Never holding back."
Jay smiled, looking up at him with tired, happy eyes.
"You're impossible," she whispered.
"But… I like it."
And tonight, nothing else existed.
Not Rina.
Not expectations.
Not the world outside.
Just Keifer.
Just Jay.
And the way they fit together perfectly, dangerously, endlessly.
They had made out all night.
The world outside didn't exist.
Time didn't exist.
All that existed was them—every kiss, every touch, every whispered sigh.
And that night… something changed forever.
Jay's body arched into his as they finally crossed that line together.
Her virginity broke that night—not painfully, but slowly, gently, because Keifer had always been careful with her, patient with her, loving her completely.
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly into the room.
Keifer held Jay in his arms, chest against chest, hair falling over her face.
Jay shifted slightly and froze. Her eyes widened.
There were faint blood stains.
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"I… Keifer…" she whispered, voice shaky.
Keifer cupped her face gently, brushing her hair back, his eyes soft and calm.
"Shh," he murmured.
"Don't worry, Jay. It's okay. It's… normal."
Jay blinked, confused and nervous.
"It's normal?" she asked softly.
Keifer nodded, kissing her forehead.
"When a girl loses her virginity, this can happen," he explained gently, voice careful, patient, full of warmth.
"It doesn't mean anything's wrong. It's just… part of it. Part of us being together."
Jay's lips trembled, a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment washing over her.
Keifer held her tighter.
"You were perfect," he whispered, voice low.
"And it… it doesn't change anything. I love you the same. Nothing about you is different."
Jay rested her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"I… I was scared," she admitted softly.
"Scared I'd hurt you… or myself."
Keifer smiled gently, stroking her hair.
"You didn't. We did it together. Carefully. With love. That's all that matters."
Jay exhaled slowly, finally letting herself relax.
And in Keifer's arms, the world felt safe again.
Because love, patience, and care… made everything else fade.