Jay's POV
The room was quiet when we finally slipped inside.
The reception noise faded behind the closed door, replaced by the soft hum of the ocean outside and the gentle rustle of the curtains moving with the breeze.
Keifer closed the door slowly, almost carefully, like he didn't want to break the moment.
I turned to him.
He was already looking at me.
Not with the wild excitement from earlier. Not with the teasing smirk he wore during the shoe game. Not with the overwhelmed emotion from the ceremony.
This look was different.
Soft. Steady. Full.
He stepped toward me, loosening his tie, eyes never leaving mine.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
I nodded. "You?"
He let out a breath that sounded like relief. "Yeah. Now I am."
He reached for my hands, lifting them gently, brushing his thumbs over my knuckles like he was memorizing the shape of them.
"We made it," he whispered.
"We did," I said.
He smiled—small, real, the kind he only ever showed me.
Then he leaned down and kissed me.
Slow. Unhurried. Like we had all the time in the world.
His hands came up to cup my face, warm and steady, grounding me in a way nothing else ever had. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling his breath mix with mine.
When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too."
He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
"Come here," he whispered.
He guided me toward the bed—not rushed, not urgent, just… together. His hand stayed in mine the whole time, like he wasn't letting go for anything.
The room felt softer somehow. Quieter. Ours.
He sat beside me, turning so we were face-to-face, knees touching.
"Jay," he said, voice low but steady, "I want tonight to be whatever you want it to be. No expectations. No pressure. Just us."
My chest tightened.
I reached up, touching his cheek.
"Just us," I echoed.
He kissed my palm.
Then he leaned in again, kissing me slowly, deeply, with a tenderness that made my heart ache in the best way.
The world outside faded.
The lights dimmed.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.
And everything else—
Everything loud, chaotic, dangerous, painful—
fell away.
It was just warmth. Just breath. Just love.
Just us.
The night settled around us like a blanket.
And then—
I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, my heart pounding harder than it had all day.
The girls had insisted I wear the deep blue silk maxi they'd picked out — and now, seeing myself in the mirror, I understood why.
The fabric draped over me like water. Soft. Elegant. A little daring.
My face heated instantly.
"Great," I muttered at my reflection. "Tomato mode activated."
I took a breath, trying to calm the flutter in my chest.
Then—
The door clicked open.
"Jay?" Keifer's voice drifted in, casual, distracted. "You have to see this picture Yuri sent—"
He looked up.
And froze.
His phone slipped slightly in his hand.
His jaw actually dropped.
For a second, he didn't move. Didn't blink. Didn't breathe.
I stepped toward him slowly, watching his eyes follow every movement like he couldn't help it.
"Like it?" I teased softly.
He swallowed. "Jay… you—"
I gently placed my hand on his chest and nudged him backward out of the bathroom. He didn't resist — he moved with me, eyes locked on mine, like I had him under some kind of spell.
When we were fully in the room, I reached for his hands and guided them to my waist.
His breath hitched.
The warmth of his palms settled against my sides, steady and grounding, but there was a tremble there too — the kind that came from emotion, not nerves.
He looked at me like I was something he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch.
"Jay," he said quietly, voice low, "you're… unbelievable."
I smiled, leaning in just enough that he had to tilt his head down to keep looking at me.
"You're staring," I whispered.
"I can't help it."
His thumbs brushed lightly against my waist — not suggestive, just gentle, reverent, like he was memorizing the moment.
I rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling the tension there melt under my touch.
For a long moment, we just stood there — close, warm, wrapped in the quiet kind of intimacy that didn't need anything more than breath and closeness.
He lowered his forehead to mine.
"You take my breath away," he murmured.
My heart fluttered.
His hands slowly slipped under the dress in one swift moment he picked me up . My thighs on his hips he kissed my neck slowly his touchs lingering on my skin he gently dropped me onto the bed as he removed my clothes . His gentle fingers unclasped my bra hook he feasted on my boobs and then bit them ! I gasped in pleasure and pain
" Keifer…oh. Umm " I moaned
His hands slipped off my panties and he enter his little junior in my wet pussy .
" Oh.. Keifer …. Faster! Please " I yelled my moans echoed the house