JAY-JAY POV
I woke to Keifer shaking me gently.
"Jay, wake up," he said.
I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. "Keifer, please... let me sleep."
"Jay, we'll be late to school," he pressed, voice steady.
"Please, Jay, wake up," he repeated, more insistent this time.
I cracked one eye open, desperate. "Keifer, let me sleep. I'll give you ten kisses if you stop bothering me."
Silence.
No comeback, no smirk.
That meant it worked.
"Fine," he muttered at last. "Ten minutes. Then you better wake up."
I smiled into the pillow, victorious, as he probably left for the bathroom.
Ten minutes of peace bought with ten kisses... worth it.
He came back exactly ten minutes later, like some kind of alarm clock with legs.
"Jay," he said, voice steady, too steady.
I groaned, yanking the blanket over my head. "Nooo, I'm invisible. You can't see me."
He tugged at the blanket. "You promised."
I peeked out, squinting. "Promised what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what.
His smirk was already there, sharp and smug. "Ten kisses."
My jaw dropped. "You actually remembered that?!"
"Of course," he said calmly, leaning closer. "I always remember what you owe me."
He leaned in, about to kiss me, when I slapped both hands over my lips like a shield.
"I'll go to the bathroom and get ready—then you'll get your kisses," I blurted, words tumbling out in a rush.
His brows furrowed, voice suddenly soft, almost sad. "Why?"
I peeked at him through my fingers, cheeks burning. "Because if you start kissing me right now, we both know we won't make it to school on time!"
Silence.
His eyes narrowed, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"So you're saying... my kisses are that distracting?"
I groaned, throwing the blanket over my head. "Keifer, don't twist my words!"
He chuckled low, steady, like he'd already won. "Fine. Go get ready. But remember—you owe me."
My heart thudded, chaotic and loud.
Great.
Now I've scheduled kisses like homework.
I finished my morning rituals and peeked out into the room. No Keifer.
Perfect. My chance to escape.
I stepped out, wrapped in just a towel, ready to dash for my clothes—
Only to find Keifer leaning casually against the bathroom door.
I froze. "KEIFER!" I squeaked, clutching the towel tighter. "What are you doing here?!"
He raised an eyebrow, calm as ever. "Waiting."
"Waiting?! For what—me to die of embarrassment?!" I hissed, cheeks burning.
His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You said ten kisses. I'm collecting."
I groaned, stomping my foot. "Not while I'm in a towel!"
He chuckled, low and steady, like he had all the time in the world. "Then hurry up and get dressed. I'll be right here."
My heart was pounding, my brain screaming, and all I could think was: Why does he always win these battles?!
"Wait, how am I supposed to get dressed if I don't even have my uniform with me?" I complained.
"It should be in the walk‑in closet," Keifer said, calm as ever.
I stomped off, opened the closet, and sure enough—my uniform was neatly hanging there.
While slipping it on, I called out, "Why is my uniform here?"
His answer came without hesitation. "Well, I thought my wife's clothes should be in the closet. So I ordered your clothes and put them there a few weeks ago."
I froze mid‑button, my jaw dropping.
Did he just—
When I walked out, fully dressed, I was still in shock.
"You know what? I just can't with you," I muttered, heading toward the mirror.
But before I could even breathe, Keifer pinned me to the wall, his arms firm, his eyes locked on mine.
"I can't wait any longer. I want my kisses," he said, voice low, steady, dangerous in its calm.
I groaned, cheeks burning, knowing resistance was useless. "Fine," I muttered, because there was no stopping him now.
That was all he needed—he closed the space and kissed me.
At first, it was soft, almost careful, but of course with Keifer it never stays that way.
One kiss turned into another, and another, each one hungrier, more desperate than the last.
I gasped when his tongue slid against mine, the heat of it overwhelming, devouring me like I was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once.
My hands clung tighter around his neck, my body pressed closer, and my mind spun in chaos.
Every breath, every heartbeat, every thought was swallowed up in him.
We broke apart instantly when the door swung open.
"Are you two seriously kissing this early in the morning?" Keiran asked, his tone sharp, eyebrows raised.
My cheeks burned as I scrambled to wave it off. "N‑no, it's not like that! Let's just... let's go eat before we're late to school."
Keiran clicked his tongue. "Tss."
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. Great. Now we've got a witness to my chaos.
Keifer, of course, didn't look the slightest bit guilty. He leaned back casually, smirk tugging at his lips, like being caught was part of the plan.
"Relax," he said smoothly. "Breakfast first, school later. Priorities."
I shot him a glare, cheeks still on fire. "You're impossible."
Keiran muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he walked off. "Unbelievable. Morning soap opera."
And just like that, the chaos of the day had officially begun.
We went downstairs and settled at the table, the clatter of plates filling the quiet morning.
Just as I picked up my fork, Keigan walked in.
"Good morning, Keigan," I said, smiling.
"Good morning, Jay," he replied, his own smile soft, almost shy.
The air shifted—lighter, calmer—like his presence carried a gentleness that balanced out Keifer's constant smirks and chaos.
Keifer glanced at him, then at me, his expression unreadable. I could feel the tension humming beneath the surface, but Keigan's smile made it harder to focus on anything else.
I tried to wave off the heaviness, forcing cheer into my voice. "Sit down, eat with us before we're late."
Keigan nodded, sliding into the chair across from me.
For a moment, it almost felt normal—like we were just four ordinary people having breakfast.
Almost.
We finished breakfast and stepped outside, the cool morning air brushing against my face.
Keifer walked ahead, scanning the cars like he was picking out weapons for battle. Finally, he stopped, tossed me a look, and picked one without hesitation.
I sighed, shaking my head. Of course he chooses like it's a mission.
We climbed in, and before I could even settle, the engine roared to life.
First was Keiran—Keifer got off to drop him, and then it was just me and Keigan in the car.
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