The office was quiet now, the hum of computers and faint click of keyboards filling the space around them. Jay felt her heart still fluttering from the morning's private moment with Keifer. Even after straightening their clothes and returning to work, the warmth of his touch lingered on her skin, the memory of his lips still making her cheeks flush.
Keifer leaned casually against his desk, watching her with a half-smile that made her pulse skip. "You're… awfully quiet," he murmured, tilting his head.
"I'm just… focused," she said, attempting professionalism, though her racing heart betrayed her.
He smirked, stepping closer, letting the space between them shrink until it felt like the rest of the office had disappeared. "Focused, huh? That's what we're calling it these days?"
Jay rolled her eyes, though she couldn't suppress a smile. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her fingers brushed against his hand as she passed him a file.
He caught her hand, holding it for just a moment too long, and she felt a jolt of warmth travel through her. "Maybe I am," he admitted softly, his dark eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.
The tension between them was palpable, the kind of charged silence that begged for attention. Keifer leaned in slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Shall we… continue where we left off?" he whispered, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Jay's heart raced. She bit her lip, nodding subtly. They moved toward his office door, the click of the handle echoing louder than it should have in her ears. Once inside, the door closed behind them, and the world outside ceased to exist.
They faced each other, breaths quickened, eyes locked in a mixture of shyness and desire. Keifer stepped closer, his hands tracing the line of her shoulders, lingering just enough to make her shiver. Jay felt herself drawn to him, leaning into the warmth and intensity of his presence.
Their lips met again in a slow, teasing kiss. It was softer this time, lingering, exploratory, filled with the sort of intimacy that words could never capture. Jay wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the press of his chest against hers.
As the minutes passed, the kisses deepened, full of longing and shyness, teasing touches and playful murmurs. Jay's hands found the buttons of his shirt, and with careful, slow movements, she helped him loosen them. Keifer did the same for her blouse, the process charged with tension and excitement rather than urgency.
Each layer removed was deliberate, sensual, and intimate. They paused frequently, laughing softly at their own awkwardness, catching their breath, and stealing kisses that made their hearts race. It was a dance of closeness, a private moment of vulnerability and trust.
"You… look amazing," Keifer whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His hand traced the curve of her back, sending shivers through her.
"You too," Jay murmured, her cheeks flushed, her pulse hammering. She couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her as he teased her with a gentle nudge of his nose.
They moved together like that for what felt like hours, lost in the private world they had created. Every glance, every touch, every soft laugh and whispered word made them feel closer than ever. Even in the absence of words, the depth of their connection was undeniable.
Suddenly, the office door swung open.
Jay and Keifer froze, their eyes wide, hearts leaping. Standing in the doorway were Keifer's parents.
"Oh!" his mother exclaimed, covering her mouth, eyes wide with surprise. "I… we didn't expect anyone to…"
Keifer's father cleared his throat, adjusting his tie awkwardly. "Ah… I see we caught you in… a moment," he said, trying to sound composed, but his eyes betrayed a mixture of amusement and mild shock.
Jay's cheeks turned crimson. She scrambled to cover herself with the nearest stack of papers, while Keifer quickly straightened, adjusting his clothing and running a hand through his hair.
"Mom, Dad…" Keifer began, stammering, trying to find words, but his parents only smiled knowingly.
His mother shook her head, still smiling. "Keifer… you're… in love, aren't you?" she teased softly.
"I… well…" he faltered, looking helplessly at Jay, who was hiding behind her papers, mortified.
Jay peeked out, her eyes meeting Keifer's father's. "I… I'm… very sorry," she said, voice trembling but polite.
His father raised a hand, still smiling. "There's nothing to apologize for, Jay. It's clear our son cares about you… deeply."
Keifer's mother leaned closer, whispering to him, though loud enough for Jay to hear, "And he's blushing like a schoolboy."
Keifer groaned softly, hiding a smile as he wrapped a protective arm around Jay, guiding her gently to stand beside him. "I… I didn't expect you to come in," he said quietly, eyes softening.
His mother laughed lightly. "We didn't either. But it's… nice to see you happy. Isn't that right?"
Jay relaxed slightly, though she was still flustered. She looked at Keifer, whose hand rested reassuringly on her back. Even in this awkward, exposed moment, she felt a deep sense of safety and closeness.
After a few minutes of light teasing and gentle conversation, Keifer's parents finally left, closing the door behind them. Jay let out a shaky laugh, still covering her face with her hands.
"That… was… something," she murmured, trying to catch her breath.
Keifer chuckled, pulling her into a side hug. "Yeah. Something we'll definitely remember," he said softly.
Jay peeked at him through her fingers, still flushed but smiling. "You're impossible," she said, though her tone carried warmth and amusement.
"And you love it," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his dark eyes sparkling.
Jay rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a giggle. "Maybe I do," she admitted.
They settled back into their work, but the energy in the office had changed. Every glance, every small touch, every shared smile carried a secret understanding. Their bond had grown deeper, strengthened by trust, laughter, and the intimacy they had shared.
Hours passed, yet every moment together felt charged with tension and excitement. Keifer leaned against his desk, watching her as she typed, and Jay found herself stealing glances at him, her heart fluttering with each one.
"You know," he said softly, voice low enough for only her to hear, "after today, I think I could get used to sneaking moments like this."
Jay laughed quietly, her shoulders brushing against his. "Careful… we might get caught again," she teased, though her pulse quickened at the thought.
He smiled, brushing his fingers over hers as they rested on the desk. "Then we'll just have to be more careful," he whispered, his lips grazing her temple in a soft, fleeting kiss.
Jay felt a shiver run down her spine. Despite the morning's chaos and the near-discovery by his parents, she felt closer to him than ever. Every touch, every glance, every whispered word solidified a bond that neither time nor circumstance could break.
As the afternoon sun streamed through the office windows, casting golden light across the room, they continued to work side by side. The stack of contracts on the desk seemed almost trivial compared to the connection between them—the secret, thrilling closeness that made every mundane task feel extraordinary.
Jay realized that despite the embarrassment, the flustered moments, and the teasing interruptions, she had never felt more alive. And as Keifer's hand brushed hers again, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united by a bond forged in laughter, tenderness, and the kind of intimacy that made life feel infinitely more vibrant.
By the time they finally wrapped up their work, the office was quiet once more. They shared a long, lingering look, both aware of the depth of feeling between them, both knowing that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.
Keifer smiled softly, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss across her forehead. "Ready for tomorrow?" he whispered.
Jay laughed softly, resting her head against his shoulder. "As long as it's with you, yes," she said.
And in that moment, with the day winding down and the city outside bustling on, they both knew that their journey together—filled with tension, teasing, intimacy, and love—was only just beginning.