Jay-Jay's POV
When I opened my eyes, everything hurt — my head, my pride, my entire soul 😩.
The room wasn't mine. Grey walls, messy desk, a hoodie hanging off a chair… definitely not home.
Then I noticed someone sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone.
Lollipop. Grey hoodie. Annoyingly handsome face.
Kiefer.
He lifted his head, smirking. "Well, Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up."
"Where am I?" I croaked, sitting up slowly.
"My place," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"Your… what now?!" 😳
"You don't remember?" he asked, raising a brow.
I frowned. "Remember what?"
He leaned forward a little, that grin spreading wider. "You were pretty drunk last night. You tried to dance on a chair, called Yuri 'Mr. Rooster Deluxe,' and then…" He paused, obviously enjoying dragging it out.
"And then what?!" I asked, clutching the blanket like it could protect me from embarrassment.
Kiefer chuckled. "You put your hand on my arm and said—" He imitated a high, playful voice, "'Wow, Kiefer, you're so hot. What are these?'"
My eyes practically popped out of my head 😱.
"I DID NOT!"
"Oh, you did," he said with a grin that reached his eyes. "Touched my arm like this—" He flexed a little, ridiculously proud — "and kept poking my muscle asking 'Are these real?'." 😂
"NO WAY," I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "Please tell me you're lying."
"I don't lie, Jay," he said, leaning closer, that teasing glint in his eyes. "But don't worry. I've been complimented worse ways." 😏
I peeked through my fingers. "Ugh, can I just evaporate now?"
He laughed softly. "Nah, not yet. Breakfast first, humiliation later."
And just like that, Kiefer strolled out of the room, leaving me half-shocked, half-mortified — and totally unsure if I hated or liked that grin of his. 😳💔