I turned the corner and froze.
Kiko.
And Jay Jay.
Their lips met—just for a second—but that was enough.
A cold rage ripped through me.
"What the hell…?" I growled under my breath.
I didn't think. I moved fast.
"Kiko!" I shouted, voice sharp, raw.
He jumped, startled. "Whoa! Keifer—wait—"
But I was already on him. Fists clenched, I grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall.
"Stay away from her!" I roared.
He tried to push back, laugh it off, but my anger didn't give him room. I punched him again, hard. The sound echoed. A vase fell and shattered at our feet.
Jay Jay gasped behind me.
"Keifer… stop!" she yelled.
But I didn't hear her. I was seeing red.
"You think you can just kiss her? Like she's yours to play with?!" I shouted, gripping Kiko by the collar.
Kiko stumbled back, clutching his jaw. "I-I didn't—"
"I don't care what you think!" I yelled. "Get away from her! Don't ever touch her like that again!"
Jay Jay stepped forward, wide-eyed.
"What are you doing?! What do you think you're doing?!" I barked at her, voice trembling with fury.
She flinched. "Keifer… I—"
"You let him kiss you!" I accused, my hand dropping slightly to her arm—not hurting her, just gripping enough to guide her away from Kiko. "I can't even look away without this happening?!"
She tried to pull her arm free. "I didn't—he—"
"I don't care!" I shouted, furious, chest heaving. "I saw it! And I won't let it happen again!"
Kiko groaned behind me, nursing his face.
I looked back at Jay Jay. Her eyes were wide. Shocked. Angry. Scared. Conflicted.
All of it fueled me.
I garb her my her jaw not hurting her just in firm and i kiss her she didn't kiss me back at first but i keep doing then she lost it
"Come with me," I said, my voice lower now, tense with control and rage.
"I… I can walk—"
"No," I said, firm. "We're done here."
Her lips parted, as if to argue—but she stayed.
Because even in her frustration, she knew I wouldn't let Kiko get near her again.
I scoop her in bridal style and put her in my car and make her wear her seatbelt i did it for her.
We reach my house. I scoop her in bridal style and put her in my room she is still in shock.
Give me your phone.
For what?
Give me!i didn't shout at her but my voice is clearly show how mad im now!
She pass me tge phone. And i took it and i msg her family that she is staying at her friend house. Then i put in my pocket
What are you doing?she asked demanding an answer.
I didn't say anything. And she grab me by tge collar and she ia said somthing but i didn't hear anything bcs..... Our faces are inches apart and her lips look so tempting its screaming my name. I want to kiss her so badly but should i do it? I think she realizes how close we are right now bcs her cheeks turn red she look like a tomato she let go off my collar.
G-give me some space," she muttered.
"For Kiko?" I asked softly.
She looked up, startled. "I just want to make sure he's okay—"
My jaw tightened.
"If you say his name again," I said lowly, "I won't be responsible for what I do."
Her eyes widened.
"That's not—"
I leaned in—but stopped inches away.
Waiting.
Her heart was racing. I could see it.
She didn't move away.
That was all the answer I needed.
I kissed her.
Not rough.
Not forced.
Just full of everything I'd been holding back.
And this time—
She kissed me back.
Jay pov
I turned away from him before he could see my face.
"I need space," I muttered, walking straight into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.
Or at least—I tried to.
His hand caught the door before it closed.
"Jay Jay," he said quietly.
Not angry.
Not yelling.
That somehow made it worse.
I sighed and stepped back, turning on the sink just to have something to do. Cold water rushed over my hands, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling up my neck.
The door clicked shut behind him.
The bathroom suddenly felt too small.
Too quiet.
I looked up—and met his gaze in the mirror.
Our eyes locked.
Neither of us moved.
"You can't keep doing this," I said, breaking the silence. "You can't storm into my life and decide when I'm allowed to breathe."
"I know," he replied. His voice was rough. "That's why I followed you."
I turned to face him. "That makes no sense."
"It does to me."
He leaned against the counter, close—but not touching. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, the tension vibrating between us.
"You think I don't hate myself for tonight?" he asked softly. "I saw you scared of me. That—" He exhaled sharply. "That destroyed me."
My chest tightened.
"Then why didn't you stop?" I asked.
"Because when I thought of losing you," he said, eyes dark, honest, "everything else went silent."
I swallowed.
Dangerous words.
"Keifer…" I whispered.
He stepped closer—slowly. Carefully. Like he was giving me every chance to tell him to stop.
I didn't.
His hand lifted—but paused inches from my waist.
"Tell me to leave," he said. "And I will."
I didn't answer.
My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.
He let out a shaky breath and dropped his hand, turning slightly away.
"That's what I thought," he murmured.
Something in me snapped.
I grabbed his wrist.
"Don't," I said. "Don't pull away like that."
He looked at me then—really looked at me.
"You're killing me," he whispered.
"Then stop acting like I'm something you can lose control over," I shot back. "I'm right here. I'm choosing to stand here."
His breath hitched.
Slowly, he cupped my face—gentle this time. Like I was something fragile.
"If I kiss you," he said quietly, "it's because you want me to. Not because I'm angry. Not because I'm jealous."
I nodded.
That was all it took.
He kissed me—deep, controlled, aching.
No rush.
No force.
Just everything we hadn't said crashing into one moment.
When we pulled back, my forehead rested against his.
"This doesn't fix everything," I whispered.
"I know," he said. "But it's a start."
And somehow—
That scared me more than the fight ever did.