The morning sun poured through the large windows of the Watson mansion, spilling golden light across the living room. Jay had barely opened her eyes when she realized she was already curled up against Keifer's chest on the couch.
"Good morning," she mumbled, nuzzling into him.
"Morning," he replied, one hand brushing her hair from her face. "You're… incredibly clingy today, Jay."
"I like being clingy," she said, stretching slightly against him. "You should get used to it."
Keifer smirked, the familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. "Velcro, huh? Dangerous, sticky, impossible to remove… sounds familiar."
Jay giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "Exactly. And I'm not going anywhere."
"You really mean that?" he asked, tilting his head down to look at her.
"Of course I do," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "You scared me so much these past two days. I just… I don't want to let you go again."
Keifer's smirk softened into something warmer. "You know, you're ridiculous, right?"
"Maybe," she admitted with a small laugh, "but you love it."
He chuckled, brushing her cheek lightly with his thumb. "Yes… I do. You're impossible, Jay. But I like it."
Later, in the kitchen, Keifer had started preparing lunch, chopping vegetables with his usual precision. Jay, of course, couldn't resist. She snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back.
"Jay…" he murmured, his voice muffled by the chopping, "what are you doing?"
"Helping," she said simply, pressing a quick kiss to his back. "And… hugging my favorite man."
"You know, this is extremely distracting," he replied, still chopping, though his voice carried a low chuckle.
Jay leaned closer, laughing softly. "Good. You deserve to be distracted sometimes."
Keifer turned slightly, one eyebrow raised. "And you think this counts as helping?"
"Absolutely," she said confidently, sliding her hands around his waist. "I'm very efficient at hugging."
"You're trouble," he muttered, smirking, though he leaned just slightly into her touch.
By mid-afternoon, the mansion had become their little world. Keifer sat on the couch, reading a report, while Jay climbed onto his lap, draping her legs across him and resting her head against his chest.
"Jay… you've made it impossible for me to concentrate today," he said, tilting his head down to glance at her.
"I like it," she replied softly. "You're mine, and I like having you all to myself."
"Is that so?" he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Mine, huh?"
"Yes," she whispered, smiling up at him. "Completely yours."
Keifer smirked, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "Then I guess I'll let you cling for a while… but don't get too comfortable. I might have to retaliate."
"Retaliate?" she repeated, mock horror in her voice. "What could you possibly do?"
He chuckled, his hand sliding down to squeeze her knee gently. "Oh, you'll see," he said, eyes dark with playful mischief.
Jay laughed, pressing herself closer. "I'm ready. Come at me."
Even when they moved through the house, Jay couldn't stop herself. If Keifer stood to grab something, she looped her arm through his. If he sat down, she immediately claimed his lap. If he leaned against the counter, she clung to his side.
At one point, Keifer picked up a cup of coffee, and Jay whispered behind his ear, "You can't leave me alone for even five minutes, can you?"
"I could," he said, smirking, "but where's the fun in that?"
She pressed a quick kiss to his neck. "Exactly."
"You're impossible," he murmured, finally giving in, leaning back slightly so she could settle fully against him. "But… I like it."
"I know you do," she replied softly, smiling. "And I like knowing you can't resist me."
Keifer chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Fine. You win today, Jay. You get to cling. But tomorrow… we'll see."
Jay laughed, burying her face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Tomorrow… you can't escape me either."
And for the rest of the day, they stayed like that—laughing, teasing, clinging, and stealing quiet, intimate moments in between. Every small touch, every whispered word, every shared smile reinforced the unspoken truth: they were home in each other's arms, and nothing else mattered.