Jay's POV
Our faces hovered a breath apart — a heartbeat, a whisper. I could feel his warmth seeping into my skin, my body responding before I could think. His name hung between us like a secret, unspoken but burning.
And then he kissed me.
The world tilted. His lips claimed mine with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine — a mix of longing, love, and the ache of too many nights apart. I melted into him, fists tightening in his shirt as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.
He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss until everything else dissolved. My breath caught, my pulse tangled with his. The air felt thick, electric — full of things neither of us dared to say.
"Jay," he murmured against my lips, his voice low, ragged. "Tell me this is real."
"It's real," I whispered, my words brushing his skin. "You're real."
His forehead rested on mine, our breaths mixing. Every glance, every touch felt deliberate — slow, teasing, reverent. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending heat radiating through me, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was our uneven breathing.
His mouth sucked my boobs.
" Ahh…. Keifer… baby " I moaned in pleasure
"You drive me crazy," he said, half-laugh, half-growl.
"Good," I whispered back, smiling against his lips. "Then we're even."
His next kiss was gentler, but it carried the same burn — a promise, a pull neither of us could ignore. And in that quiet, breathless space, I knew I'd never forget how it felt to be wanted like this — to be seen. ❤️🔥