Jay's POV (Quiet After the Chaos)
The chat finally went silent.
I put my phone down and looked up at Keifer. He was already watching me, that familiar softness in his eyes—the kind that made my heart slow down and race at the same time.
Without saying anything, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him.
He hugged me back instantly, holding me like I was something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For today. For everything."
He pulled back just enough to look at me.
"You don't have to thank me," he said gently. "I just want you here. With me."
I smiled, resting my forehead against his.
The kiss that followed was slow and careful—no rush, no chaos. Just warmth, comfort, and the kind of closeness that felt safe.
When he pulled back, his voice was low and serious.
"Jay… are you okay?"
I nodded.
"Yes. I trust you."
He brushed his thumb across my cheek, making sure—always making sure.
"Then we'll take this slow," he said. "Only when you're ready."
I leaned into him again, heart full, knowing this moment wasn't about anything else.
It was about us.
The world outside faded quietly as we stayed there, wrapped in each other—London asleep, Section E far away, and nothing between us but honesty.Jay's POV (Morning After, Second Day at Watson Enterprises)
Morning sunlight spilled through the huge windows of the mansion. I slowly woke, feeling the warmth of Keifer beside me. For a moment, everything was still—the soft hum of the city outside, the faint scent of coffee drifting from the kitchen, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I blinked, turning slightly to see him awake as well, stretching and letting out a quiet yawn. He looked over at me with that familiar soft smile, the one that made my heart skip.
"Morning," he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face.
"Morning," I murmured back, curling closer.
For a few quiet minutes, we just stayed there, letting the comfort of being together sink in. There was no rush, no outside distractions—just the two of us enjoying the calm before the day began.
Finally, the thought of the office pulled me out of our cozy bubble.
"Second day at Watson Enterprises," I muttered, half to myself, half to him.
He chuckled. "And we get to be together there again. I already know the staff won't stop staring."
I laughed softly, letting my head rest on his chest for a moment longer.
"Come on," he said, sliding out of bed and offering me his hand. "Let's get ready. London isn't going to explore itself, and neither is the company."
I took his hand, squeezing it. "Okay… let's do this. Together."
And just like that, we got up, ready to face the second day—not just at the company, but in this new chapter of our lives together.Jay's POV (Last Day in London, Ready to Return)
The past week had flown by faster than I could've imagined. It felt like we had just stepped off the plane, and now we were packing our luggage, ready to leave London behind for the Philippines.
The week had been a whirlwind of excitement, work, and… us.
At Watson Enterprises
Each day had started with the same routine: getting ready together, walking into the sleek, modern lobby of Watson Enterprises, greeted by staff and managers. The first day, people had stared curiously, whispering about the "mystery girl" with Keifer. But by the second day, I had started feeling a little at home there.
Meetings were long, filled with graphs, decisions, and numbers I didn't fully understand—but Keifer always made sure I was included. Sometimes he'd explain things softly, leaning close to me during discussions. Other times, he'd make me laugh by leaning over and whispering silly comments about the serious faces around us.
We shared lunches in his office, sipping coffee and sneaking glances at each other across the table. Every day felt special, even when he had to step into back-to-back meetings.
Evenings in London
After work, we explored the city again. Each day was a new adventure:
Walking along the Thames under the sunset.
Getting lost in small bookstores and cafés.
Laughing like fools as C-N's warnings from Section E echoed in our heads.
Taking pictures in front of iconic landmarks, pretending we were tourists while Keifer secretly loved showing me off.
One evening, after a long walk and a hot chocolate stop, we sat on a bench overlooking the river. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered, "I don't want this week to end."
He kissed my forehead softly and said, "Then let's make the last day memorable."
And he did. He let me pick everything—our lunch spot, our evening walk, even a tiny souvenir shop where I bought little things for his brothers back home.
Last Morning in London
The morning of our flight back, the mansion was quiet. Keifer and I got up early, packing our luggage carefully.
I paused, looking around the room we'd shared for the past week. So many memories were packed into these walls—laughter, teasing, late-night conversations, quiet mornings in each other's arms.
Keifer handed me my passport with a teasing smirk. "Ready to leave your London adventures behind?"
I shook my head. "Not really. But… ready to go home with you."
He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from my face. "That's all I need."
At the Airport
By the time we arrived at the airport, the excitement of returning home mixed with sadness about leaving London behind.
We walked hand in hand through the terminal, dragging our luggage behind us. Flight attendants greeted us, already familiar with Keifer's presence, and occasionally glanced at me, curious.
We checked in, went through security, and finally settled into the lounge, waiting for our boarding call. I leaned against him, feeling safe, happy, and completely at ease.
"Keifer," I whispered, "I'm going to miss this city."
He kissed the top of my head. "I'll bring you back someday. But for now… home is where we belong."
I nodded, squeezing his hand. "And that's perfect."
Takeoff
As the plane lifted off, I looked out the window at London fading beneath the clouds. I rested my head on Keifer's shoulder, silently thanking him for the week we'd shared.
A week had passed, and yet, it felt like so much more. We had explored, laughed, worked, and grown even closer. And now, returning to the Philippines felt just as exciting as arriving in London had been—because we were going home together.
I closed my eyes, letting the hum of the plane and Keifer's steady presence lull me. London would always hold memories for us… but the Philippines held our next chapter.