✦ CHAPTER — "Stay Here."
Rain tapped softly against the mansion windows.
Slow.
Steady.
The kind of rain that made the entire house feel sleepy.
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Most of the lights downstairs were already off.
The mafia men had disappeared hours ago.
Even Mochi was asleep somewhere.
For once—
everything felt calm.
😭🤍
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Jay's POV
Keifer was still working.
Of course he was.
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He sat at the long desk near the bedroom windows, laptop open, dark files scattered around him.
Tie gone.
Black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar.
Hair messy from constantly running his hand through it.
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And honestly?
He looked exhausted.
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I sat on the bed nearby watching him quietly for a moment.
The lamp beside him cast a warm golden light across his face.
Softening him.
Making him look less like a mafia boss and more like…
just Keifer.
Just my Keifer.
😭💌
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"You're staring again."
I blinked.
"…maybe."
A tired smile almost appeared on his face.
Almost.
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Then his attention returned to the papers.
Immediately serious again.
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I watched him for another minute before finally climbing off the bed.
Slowly walking toward him.
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Keifer didn't react at first.
Only when I stopped beside his chair did he glance up slightly.
One eyebrow lifting.
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Without saying anything—
I gently took the file from his hands.
Set it aside.
Then turned his chair slightly toward me.
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"…Jay."
"You need a break."
> "I'm busy."
"You've said that six hundred times this week."
😭
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He exhaled quietly.
Too tired to argue properly.
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Then suddenly—
his arms wrapped around my waist.
And he leaned forward until his forehead rested against my stomach.
Warm.
Heavy.
Comforting.
😭🫀
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I melted immediately.
Every single time.
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"Five minutes," I whispered softly.
Keifer only hummed against me.
Not moving.
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My fingers slid slowly through his messy dark hair.
And for the first time tonight—
I felt him relax slightly.
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Then an idea appeared in my head.
A dangerous one.
😭
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"…can I braid your hair?"
Silence.
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Keifer slowly lifted his head.
Expression unreadable.
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"…what."
I grinned immediately.
"Please."
> "No."
"Please."
> "Absolutely not."
😭💀
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Ten minutes later—
he was sitting on the floor between my legs while I braided his hair.
His back rested lazily against the edge of the bed.
One of my blankets draped over his shoulders because apparently mafia bosses got cold too.
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And surprisingly?
He wasn't complaining anymore.
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In fact—
he looked dangerously close to falling asleep.
😭🤍
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I carefully separated strands of his soft hair.
Trying not to smile too much.
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"…you watched tutorials for my hair," he muttered sleepily.
I gasped dramatically.
"You noticed?"
> "Your search history is embarrassing."
😭
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I laughed quietly.
Then continued braiding slowly.
My fingers brushing occasionally against the back of his neck.
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And every single time—
I felt him relax more.
Shoulders loosening.
Breathing slowing.
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The room became quieter after that.
Softer.
Only rain and breathing.
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Then suddenly—
very quietly—
Keifer spoke again.
Eyes still closed.
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> "…this is nice."
😭🫀
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I paused slightly.
Because Keifer almost never admitted things like that out loud.
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So I smiled softly.
"…yeah?"
A sleepy hum.
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Then after a moment—
he reached one hand upward blindly until he found mine.
Interlocking our fingers loosely while I continued braiding his hair.
Like he needed contact even half asleep.
😭💌
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By the time I finished—
Keifer was nearly asleep against my legs.
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I looked down at him proudly.
"…you look cute."
His eyes opened immediately.
Dead stare.
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"…don't ever say that again."
I burst into laughter.
And a second later—
he grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me down toward him.
Until I nearly fell against his chest.
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His arms wrapped around me automatically.
Warm.
Secure.
Sleepy.
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Then quietly—
voice rough with exhaustion—
he murmured against my hair:
> "…stay here until I fall asleep."
And honestly?
There was nowhere else I wanted to be. 🤍
✦ CHAPTER — "Why Don't You Listen?" ✦
Rain hit hard against the mansion windows.
Too hard.
The kind that made the night feel wrong.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
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Jay's POV
I woke up because of movement.
Fast movement.
Drawers opening.
Metal clicking.
Voices downstairs.
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My eyes blinked open slowly.
The room was dark except for the dim bedside lamp.
And Keifer—
was standing near the bed loading a gun.
😭🫀
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Instant panic hit my chest.
"…Keifer?"
He turned immediately.
The second he saw I was awake, his expression softened slightly.
But only slightly.
Still tense.
Still dangerous.
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"Stay here," he said quickly.
Too quickly.
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I sat up immediately.
"What happened?"
> "Nothing you need to worry about."
Lie.
😭
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More voices echoed downstairs.
Then footsteps.
Fast.
Urgent.
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My stomach twisted.
"…Keifer."
He walked toward me quickly.
Hands moving to my face for a second.
Grounding himself.
Or maybe grounding me.
I couldn't tell.
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"Lock the door after I leave."
Instantly: "No."
His jaw tightened slightly.
> "Jay."
"No, don't go."
😭💔
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I grabbed his wrist before he could pull away.
Actually holding him tightly now.
Fear rising too fast inside me.
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"What if something happens to you?"
For one second—
his expression changed.
Small crack.
Softness.
Pain.
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Then it disappeared again beneath cold control.
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"Nothing will happen."
"But—"
> "Jay."
Low voice now.
Firm.
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His fingers carefully loosened mine from his wrist.
> "Let go."
😭🫀
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I hated how calm he sounded.
Like this was normal.
Like danger was just another night for him.
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He grabbed my face gently one last time.
Forehead touching mine briefly.
Then:
> "Lock the door."
And he left.
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The second the door shut—
my chest started hurting.
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Minutes passed.
Too many minutes.
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At first: just muffled shouting downstairs.
Then running.
Then—
gunshots.
😭💔
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I froze completely.
Another gunshot echoed through the mansion.
Louder this time.
Closer.
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My breathing became uneven immediately.
No.
No no no.
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I couldn't stay upstairs anymore.
I couldn't.
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So against his orders—
I unlocked the door and ran downstairs.
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The mansion looked like chaos.
Broken glass.
Shouting.
Mafia men fighting armed enemies.
Everything moving too fast.
Too loud.
Too terrifying.
😭
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And in the middle of it—
Keifer.
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Black shirt stained slightly with blood.
Gun in hand.
Eyes cold enough to terrify anyone.
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I'd never seen him like this before.
Not fully.
Not this terrifying.
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Then suddenly—
one of the enemies noticed me.
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Everything slowed.
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The man lifted his weapon toward me instantly.
And before I could even react—
Keifer saw it.
😭🫀
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Something in his expression snapped immediately.
Pure rage.
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"JAY!"
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Gunshot.
Movement.
Shouting.
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Suddenly Keifer was in front of me.
Arm wrapped around me roughly as another shot hit the wall behind us.
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The enemy barely had time to react before Keifer slammed him down violently.
Cold.
Brutal.
Terrifying.
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Nobody moved.
Not even the mafia men.
Because boss was furious now.
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Then suddenly—
Keifer turned toward me.
And somehow that felt scarier.
😭💔
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He grabbed my shoulders hard enough to keep me still.
> "What are you doing down here?!"
I flinched immediately.
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His breathing was uneven.
Eyes wild with panic and anger.
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"I told you to stay upstairs!"
"I—I was scared—"
> "So you run into gunfire?!"
Everyone had gone silent now.
Even Keira nearby looked tense.
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"I thought something happened to you!" I cried.
And for one second—
that hurt expression appeared on his face again.
But stress swallowed it immediately.
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> "You never listen!"
My eyes burned instantly.
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Keifer dragged a hand through his hair roughly.
Trying to calm down.
Failing.
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"You're too childish sometimes, Jay!"
😭💔
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Silence.
Heavy silence.
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That one hurt.
Because he sounded genuinely frustrated.
Not teasing.
Not soft.
Actually upset.
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My chest tightened painfully.
"…I just didn't want you to get hurt."
My voice came out smaller than I wanted.
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Keifer looked away sharply.
Like he couldn't handle hearing that right now.
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Then finally—
quietly.
Dangerously quietly—
he said:
> "Do you know what would've happened if I was one second late?"
Tears slipped down my face immediately.
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"I was afraid for you…"
His eyes shut briefly.
And suddenly—
he looked exhausted.
Not angry.
Just terrified.
😭🫀
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The room stayed silent for a long moment.
Until Keira finally stepped forward carefully.
> "Keifer."
A warning.
A calm down.
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Keifer exhaled sharply.
Still shaking slightly from adrenaline.
Then finally—
his grip on Jay softened.
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And only then did everyone realize the truth:
The great mafia boss wasn't angry because she disobeyed him.
He was angry because he almost lost her. 🤍
✦ CHAPTER — "Too Quiet." ✦
The mansion felt strange today.
Too calm.
Too careful.
Like everyone was waiting for something.
😭🫀
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Keifer's POV
I noticed it immediately.
Of course I did.
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Jay was quieter.
Not angry.
Not cold.
That would've been easier.
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No—
she was soft.
Too soft.
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The kind of soft that came after getting hurt.
And somehow that felt worse.
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At breakfast she sat across the room with Mochi instead of beside me.
Still smiling politely.
Still talking normally.
But quieter.
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No stealing food from my plate.
No random questions.
No legs thrown over mine beneath the table.
Nothing.
😭💔
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I watched her silently while pretending to read messages on my phone.
She didn't notice once.
Usually she always noticed.
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One of the men entered the dining room carefully.
Then immediately looked between us.
Sensed the tension.
Smart man.
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"…Morning, Boss. Little Boss."
Jay smiled softly at him.
"Morning."
Then went back to feeding Mochi tiny pieces of chicken.
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I stared at her for another second.
Then finally:
> "…why are you sitting there?"
Her hand paused slightly.
Just slightly.
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Then she looked up innocently.
"…huh?"
> "Come sit here."
Usually she would.
Immediately.
Without thinking.
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But this time—
she shook her head softly.
> "It's okay. Mochi's here."
😭🫀
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I suddenly hated that cat again.
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The rest of the day stayed the same.
Small changes.
Tiny distances.
Things nobody else would notice.
But I did.
I noticed all of it.
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She stopped entering my office randomly.
Stopped interrupting meetings.
Stopped climbing onto my lap while I worked.
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And the worst part?
She kept saying:
> "You're busy."
Every single time.
😭💔
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By evening I was already irritated.
Not at her.
At myself.
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Because now the mansion felt wrong.
Too quiet without her voice everywhere.
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Jay's POV
I was trying.
Really trying.
---
Maybe Keifer was right.
Maybe I was too childish sometimes.
Too clingy.
Too emotional.
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So today I tried acting differently.
More mature.
Less dependent.
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But somehow—
it felt lonely.
😭
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I sat on the bedroom floor brushing Mochi slowly while rain tapped against the windows again.
The room smelled faintly like coffee and Keifer's cologne.
Comforting.
Sad.
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The bedroom door opened quietly behind me.
I didn't turn immediately.
I already knew it was him.
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Silence.
Then footsteps closer.
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A few seconds later—
Keifer stopped beside me.
Tall.
Quiet.
Watching.
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"…Jay."
Soft voice.
Too soft.
---
I looked up finally.
"…yeah?"
He stared at me for a second longer than necessary.
Then:
> "You've been avoiding me."
My chest tightened instantly.
---
"I haven't."
A lie.
Small one.
But still a lie.
---
Keifer crouched slightly in front of me now.
Eyes tired.
Searching mine carefully.
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"Then why does it feel like you disappeared today?"
😭🫀
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That hurt more than I expected.
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I looked down quickly at Mochi.
Fingers tightening slightly in its fur.
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"…I just didn't want to bother you."
Silence.
Heavy silence.
---
Then quietly:
> "You don't bother me."
I almost laughed at that.
Almost.
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"You said I was childish."
There it was.
Finally.
😭💔
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The second the words left my mouth—
something changed in his expression.
Regret.
Immediate regret.
---
I kept speaking softly.
Carefully.
Like if I spoke too loudly I'd embarrass myself.
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"So I thought maybe I should stop acting like that."
Keifer stared at me silently.
Like he genuinely hated hearing those words.
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Then suddenly—
he reached forward.
Pulled me toward him firmly.
Straight against his chest.
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I blinked in surprise.
"Mmph— Keifer—"
> "No."
Low voice.
Tight arms.
Almost desperate.
😭🫀
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His hand slid slowly into my hair while holding me close.
Like he needed reassurance I was still there.
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"That's not what I meant."
His voice sounded rough now.
Exhausted.
Guilty.
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I stayed quiet.
Still curled against him.
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Then after a long silence—
he muttered quietly against my hair:
> "…I liked you bothering me."
BROOOOO 😭💌
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I froze slightly.
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Keifer exhaled slowly.
Forehead resting against mine now.
Close.
Warm.
Honest.
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"When you follow me around." A pause.
"When you interrupt me." Another pause.
"When you cling to me."
His eyes stayed on mine the entire time.
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"…it feels normal."
😭🫀💔
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Something painful in my chest softened immediately.
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I whispered quietly:
"…am I really childish?"
The question came out smaller than I wanted.
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Keifer's entire expression changed instantly.
Like the question itself hurt him.
---
His hand moved gently to my face.
Thumb brushing beneath my eye carefully.
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"No."
Immediate.
Certain.
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Then softer:
> "…you just love loudly."
😭🤍
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And somehow—
that sounded like the most precious thing in the world.
A/N
Hi lovelies 🤍🫀
So one of you gave me a rly good idea on my new book 🤍🫧
The idea was
Keifer becoming jayjay professor . He's cold while she's chaotic 🤧✨️👀🔫. A rich girl too
This idea was suggested by meenal_sharma_5558
I also have some other ideas I want to put in it
Like they are already engaged and class doesn't know about it and maybe other surprises 🤧. They are enemies at first kinda
Tell me if you like this idea 💌🩷. And if you don't like it plz tell me
And if u have any other book ideas please comment 🤍🫧