Jay‑Jay POV
"Jay, wake up," Keifer said, his voice low but insistent.
"Why?" I mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
"Because we reached the island," he replied.
"Already?" I asked, sitting up, still wrapped in the blanket like armor.
"Well, yeah," he said with a smirk. "We were busy for five hours and slept for one."
"Gago," I muttered, cheeks burning. Of course, he heard it.
He leaned down, lips brushing mine before trailing to my neck.
"Do you really want to start round two?" he whispered, his grin dangerous and amused.
My eyes widened, heart racing. "Keifer…" I warned, my voice shaky, caught between defiance and surrender.
He chuckled against my skin, the sound low and infuriating. "You say my name like you're begging me to stop… but your pulse says otherwise."
I shoved lightly at his chest, trying to push him back. "We just got here. Can't you wait five minutes before starting your nonsense?"
"No," he said firmly, scooping me up in bridal style as if I weighed nothing, carrying me straight toward the resort.
"Keifer, the island is beautiful," I whispered, my eyes wide as I took in the view—the endless ocean, the white sand, the lush greenery swaying in the breeze.
But he didn't look at the island. He only looked at me.
He bent down, lips brushing against my shoulder, his voice low and certain. "I think you're more beautiful."
My breath caught, cheeks burning. The island was paradise, but the way he said it—the way his eyes refused to leave mine—made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered here.
"Keifer…" I muttered, half embarrassed, half overwhelmed.
His smirk tugged at his lips, dangerous and amused. "Don't hide from me now, Jay‑Jay. You're mine, and I'll remind you of that every second we're here."
The resort loomed ahead, but all I could feel was the storm in his gaze, the weight of his words, and the way my heart refused to calm down.
When we entered the resort, he carried me straight to the bathroom.
"Keifer, why are we here?" I asked, clutching the blanket tighter.
"Because we have to clean ourselves after our make‑out session on the boat," he said casually, smirking as he tugged the blanket away.
I gasped, covering myself with my hands.
But he only removed them, his grip firm, his eyes unyielding. "Stop hiding yourself from me. I've already seen everything—so much that I could tell where each one of your skin moles is."
His lips brushed against the mole right under my lips, lingering there, soft but possessive.
My breath hitched as his lips lingered on that small spot under my own, a silent claim that was more intimate than any kiss.
His hands, which had been gently removing mine from my body, now moved to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
The blanket was a forgotten puddle on the tiled floor.
"You see?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my skin.
"Nothing to be ashamed of." He straightened up, his eyes dark and intense as they swept over me, not with crude judgment, but with a possessive reverence that made my knees weak. "Every inch of you is perfect, Jay-Jay. I've told you that before."
He turned then, turning on the shower.
The sound of the water spray filled the small bathroom, a sudden rush that mirrored the storm inside me.
Steam began to curl around the edges of the mirror, fogging the world outside this little space he had us trapped in.
But it wasn't just the bathroom.
It was the whole island.
Our island.
The thought sent a dizzying rush through me.
There was no staff to worry about, no other guests to overhear.
Just him, me, and the endless sound of the waves.
"Keifer," I tried again, my voice barely a whisper, the protest feeling flimsy even to me. "What if someone…"
He let out a low chuckle, a sound that was both amused and utterly confident.
"Who, Jay-Jay? The crabs? The palm trees?" He turned back to me, the water cascading behind him, framing his powerful silhouette. "There's no one here but us. I wanted it that way. Just you. Just me. No interruptions. No escape."
The last two words hung in the air, not as a threat, but as a promise.
A promise of complete, total focus.
He tested the water temperature before turning back to me, his hand outstretched. "Now, are you going to make me drag you in there, or are you going to be a good girl and come willingly?"
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the steady rhythm of the shower.
I looked from his outstretched hand to the steamy enclosure of the shower, then back to his eyes.
There was no malice in them, only a burning, unwavering certainty.
He hadn't just brought me to a resort; he'd brought me to his world, a world where he made the rules.
With a shaky breath, I placed my hand in his.
His fingers closed around mine, firm and warm.
A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his lips as he led me under the hot, cascading water.
The heat was immediate, seeping into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he backed me against the cool tile wall, caging me in with his body.
"Much better," he whispered, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was deep and possessive, a stark contrast to the gentle spray of the water.
This wasn't a question.
It was a statement.
A reminder.
I was here, on his private island, and there was nowhere else on Earth I would rather be.
After that, we came out of the bathroom.
Keifer looked way too smudged for what he just did—hair messy, lips swollen, shirt still missing, and that smug grin plastered across his face like he'd just won a war.
I wrapped my towel tighter around me, glaring at him
"Sweetheart, stop looking at me like that," he said, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
My glare only sharpened. "Like what?"
"Like you're mad at me," he replied, stepping closer, "when we both know you're just flustered."
I scoffed, heat rising to my cheeks. "I am not flustered."
He tilted his head, eyes sweeping over my face with that infuriating confidence. "Jay‑Jay, your ears are red."
I immediately covered them with one hand, which only made his grin widen.
"See?" he murmured, leaning down just enough that his breath brushed my cheek. "Flustered."
I took a step back, clutching the towel like a shield. "You're impossible."
"And you're adorable when you pretend you're not affected," he said, voice low but warm, none of the earlier intensity gone—just softened around the edges.
He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair away from my face with surprising gentleness. "Relax. We're on the island now. No rush. No pressure."
His tone shifted, quieter, more sincere. "Just us."
My heartbeat, traitorous as ever, thudded hard against my ribs.
The storm in him was still there, but now it felt… steadier.
Focused.
Like he wasn't trying to overwhelm me—just remind me that I wasn't alone here.
I exhaled slowly, loosening my grip on the towel just a little. "You're still smug."
"Always," he said without hesitation. "Especially when you look at me like that."
I blinked. "Like what?"
His eyes softened, the smirk fading into something deeper. "Like I'm the only thing you see."
"Keifer, can we rest?" I asked, sinking into the soft mattress, exhaustion finally catching up to me.
"Sure," he said, climbing onto the bed beside me, his movements slow and deliberate. "But one rule."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "And that is?"
He turned his head toward me, that familiar smirk already forming. "You sleep next to me naked."
"Keifer," I said, hitting his chest lightly, more flustered than actually annoyed.
"What?" he replied, completely unfazed. "I already saw you. I don't think it matters if you wear anything."
Before I could protest, he pulled me toward him, the towel slipping away in one smooth motion. My breath caught, but he didn't give me time to react—his lips brushed mine in a soft kiss that deepened far too quickly, stealing whatever comeback I had.
His mouth trailed to my jaw, then to my collarbone, each touch sending a shiver down my spine. I gripped his shoulder, trying to steady myself, trying to keep my thoughts from scattering.
Then he stopped.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his breathing steady, his eyes dark but controlled. "See?" he murmured, a hint of pride in his voice. "I can control myself."
I glared at him, cheeks burning. "Idiot."
He laughed softly, brushing his thumb over my cheek in a way that made my irritation crumble. "Maybe," he said, leaning his forehead against mine, "but I'm your idiot."
I rolled my eyes, but my heart betrayed me with a warm, traitorous flutter.
"Come here," he said, gentler now, pulling the blanket over both of us as he settled beside me. "Just rest. I'm not going anywhere."
His arm slid around my waist—not demanding, not teasing this time, just steady and warm. The kind of closeness that made it impossible to stay annoyed.
I sighed, letting myself relax against him. "You're still annoying."
"And you still like me anyway," he said, sounding far too smug for someone pretending to behave.
I didn't answer, but the way I curled closer to him said enough.
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