Jane's POV
I'd been watching Yuri all night. The way his quiet laugh cut through the chaos of Truth or Dare, how his dark eyes caught mine every time someone dared something stupid. Section E was loud—pizza boxes everywhere, controllers flying, C‑in choking on Mayo's soda death mix—but Yuri sat there, calm in the storm, stealing glances that made my stomach flip.
When he admitted his crush was "someone in the room," my cheeks burned. His gaze lingered on me just a second too long. I looked away, heart hammering. Jay was too busy pirate‑singing the anthem to notice. Keifer's gel‑clip disaster had everyone in stitches. Good distraction.
By midnight, exhaustion hit. Keizer handed out sleeping bags like a hotel concierge. Girls' guest room for me and Jay. Boys in the game room chaos. Lights out.
But sleep wouldn't come. My mind replayed Yuri's truth. Someone in the room. Me? No way. He was Section E—cool, collected, the guy who always had the perfect playlist for any mood. I was just… Jane. The "good triplet."
2 AM. Thirsty. Slipped out in my silk pajama shorts and tank, hair loose down my back. Mansion dark and silent. Padded toward the kitchen.
Then—him.
Yuri, leaning against the lounge doorway, moonlight cutting across his bare chest. No shirt. Just low‑hanging sweats, hair messy from sleep. His eyes locked on mine, intense, hungry.
"Jane," he whispered, voice rough.
"Yuri?" My breath caught. "Can't sleep?"
He stepped closer. No space left. The air crackled. "Not since your sister dared me to say it."
His hand brushed my waist, warm fingers slipping under my tank's hem, grazing bare skin. I shivered, not from cold. "Say what?"
"That it's you." His other hand cupped my jaw, thumb tracing my lower lip. Slow. Teasing. "Been you since day one."
My knees weakened. "Yuri—"
His mouth crashed into mine.
Fire. Hot, desperate, nothing held back. His lips firm and demanding, tongue sweeping in like he'd been starving. I gasped into it, hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned low—vibration straight to my core. His grip tightened, one hand sliding down to grip my hip, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. The other tangled in my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss until I couldn't breathe.
He pressed me against the wall, body flush against mine—hard planes of muscle pinning me, heat everywhere. His thigh nudged between my legs, pressure sparking electricity. I arched into him, nails raking his back, tasting salt and want. His lips trailed fire down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. I bit my lip kissing me harder, swallowing every sound.
"Yuri," I gasped when his hand slid higher, thumb brushing the curve of my breast. Dangerous. Wrong room. Anyone could—
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Jay's scream shattered everything.
We sprang apart, chests heaving, lips swollen. Lights blazed on. Section E boys stumbled out—wild hair, panic eyes. Keifer tripped. C‑in yelled, "Intruder?!"
Jay flailed. "MY SISTER AND YURI?!"
Heat flooded my face. Yuri stammered, eyes wide.
"Jay, shut up!" I hissed, grabbing her arm. Heart still racing from him.
Laughter erupted. Keifer smirked. "Called it."
Serina appeared, calm. "Bed. Now."
I dragged Jay away, his taste still on my lips, body aching for more.
Back in our room, she whisper‑yelled, "You kissed him!"
"He's sweet," I buried in my pillow, replaying his hands, his heat. "Don't tell Pa. Or Jare."
Downstairs, boys chanted "Yuri!" Keifer shut it down.
Sleep? Impossible. Yuri's kiss burned through me. Section E knew now.
And part of me hoped he'd sneak back.
To be continued… 🔥💋