Keifer's perspective
We finally reached home, but Jay was still fast asleep in the car. She looked so peaceful — too cute to wake up. Smiling, I walked around to her side and carefully lifted her in my arms, bridal style. She felt so light, so delicate, like she was the most precious thing I'd ever held.
I carried her to my room and gently laid her down on the bed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. I couldn't resist giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before lying down beside her. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I closed my eyes, feeling her warmth, and drifted off to sleep.
Jay's perspective
When I woke up, I immediately realized something was off — this wasn't my bed. My mind raced as I pushed the blanket away, only to find an arm draped tightly around me. Keifer.
"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath. He had an entire mansion with hundreds of rooms, and yet he decided to sleep here — right next to me!
I tried shaking him awake, but he just mumbled and nuzzled closer. Sweet dreams, huh? Fine. If he won't wake up nicely, I'll make sure he does.
Leaning close to his ear, I shouted, "Wake up!"
Keifer jolted awake and groaned, rubbing his ear. "Tss—did you have to yell so loud?"
my heart melted a bit I missed him saying tss
"Gago! Why did you sleep in the same bed as me?" I snapped, glaring at him.
He only smirked, sitting there with that annoying grin. "Profanity," he said simply.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath before realizing what I just said. I clamped my hand over my mouth, but it was too late.
"You owe me two now," he said, his grin widening.
"Ugh, fine," I said, turning toward him despite myself. For some reason, my heart started racing.
Keifer's perspective
She leaned in — reluctantly, but not really. And I met her halfway.
Jay said two swears, so two kisses were only fair. The first was soft and hesitant. The second lingered, and when we finally pulled away, she was blushing furiously.
I couldn't help but smile. "Fair is fair," I whispered.
I told her to wait upstairs while I cooked her favorite—lechon. When I finally finished, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, probably drawn by the smell. She was such a foodie—but she was my foodie. We laughed, talked, and ate together. By the time we finished, it was already 10 p.m.
"Can you ask your kuya if you can stay a bit longer?" I pleaded.
"Fine," she said, exaggerating her tone just to tease me.
Messages:
Jay: Kuya, can I stay for a sleepover?
Angelo: No, it's getting late.
Jay: Plz.
Angelo: Fine.
Jay: Tysm, kuya! Good night 💤
Jay's perspective:
It was finally time to sleep, and I was exhausted. I didn't have any pajamas, so I just wore my shorts and Keifer's shirt. As I drifted off, I felt something—or rather, someone—wrap their arms around me from behind. It was, of course, Keifer. I was too tired to argue, so I just let him.
"Good night," he whispered against my ear. "I love you till scientists find the end of the universe