The college trip had finally arrived. Students bustled around, checking luggage, laughing, and planning adventures, but Jay's heart was fluttering in ways unrelated to travel excitement. She glanced around the resort, taking in the sunlit courtyard and the soft ocean breeze drifting in.
Keifer stood beside her, casually handsome as always, sunglasses resting on his nose, hands in his pockets. Even in vacation mode, he radiated power and confidence—the kind of magnetic pull that made her heartbeat quicken.
"Did you ask for our room?" Jay whispered, stepping closer to him.
He smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Of course," he murmured. "I made sure the management knew—just us. No interruptions."
Jay's cheeks flushed, both at the possessiveness and the thought of being alone with him for the week. "You're impossible," she said softly, but the small smile betrayed her excitement.
"I know," he said, leaning down, lips brushing her ear. "And you… you're irresistible. I can't stop thinking about you, Jay."
The moment they got to their separate room, the door closed behind them, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. The playful teasing they always shared became electric, charged with unrestrained desire.
Jay had worn a short crop top today, paired with high-waisted shorts. Keifer's eyes darkened immediately as he stepped toward her, hands brushing her hips. "You know you're dangerous, right?" he murmured, fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.
Jay gasped, shivering under his touch. "Keifer…" she whispered, though the sound carried more anticipation than warning.
"Don't stop me," he said, voice low and possessive. Before she could react, his lips descended on her exposed stomach, soft kisses followed by teasing nibbles that made her breath hitch. Hands roamed lightly, impossibly careful yet full of intent, tracing lines from her waist to her ribs.
Jay's back arched, fingers tangling in his hair as he whispered, "You're insane…"
"And you love it," he countered, lips grazing hers briefly before returning to teasing her stomach, hands pressing lightly, claiming her in ways no one else could. "You're mine, Jay… and I can't resist you."
The room was small, yet the tension was enormous. Keifer's possessiveness, the way he claimed her with kisses, touches, and murmured words, made her pulse race, her cheeks burn, her breath come in short, hot pants.
Outside the room, some girls in the trip had noticed the way Keifer and Jay disappeared together. Whispers and sideways glances followed, eyes narrowing as jealousy bubbled. They had tried to flirt, to get attention, but it was pointless. Keifer's eyes, hands, and desire were entirely focused on Jay. No one else could compete—not with her charm, not with her allure, and certainly not with the way she owned his attention.
Back in the room, Jay leaned against the bed, hands pressing against his chest, feeling the heat radiate from him. "Keifer… we're going to get into trouble," she breathed, though her body betrayed her excitement.
"Trouble?" he asked, smirking, lips brushing her jawline. "I think we're exactly where we should be. Alone. You… me… no one else matters."
Jay laughed softly, though it was shaky. "You're impossible," she whispered, hiding her blush behind her hand.
He chuckled, hands sliding up to cup her face, leaning down for a heated kiss. "Impossible for anyone but you," he murmured possessively, nipping her lower lip, marking her, claiming her with kisses along her neck and shoulders.
Outside the room, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the resort. Inside, Jay and Keifer existed in their own world—steamy, intimate, playful, and utterly possessive. And even as whispers of jealousy drifted around the resort, no one could deny it: Keifer wanted Jay, all of her, and he wouldn't give her up for anyone.