Disclaimer : Read it slowly with half closed eyes and brain on full imagination mode also a truck full of patience.
Jay took a deep breath and looked at her reflection.
She was wearing a stunning blush-pink cocktail dress that fell gracefully to her knees.
The fabric was a delicate floral lace, textured with intricate white blossoms that seemed to bloom across the bodice and the flared skirt.
The square neckline and thick straps gave it a classic, elegant feel, while the soft pastel hue made her skin glow under the room's warm lights.
She looked beautiful, like a princess from one of her favorite web novels, and the thought sent a fresh wave of heat to her cheeks.
It's our first date, she whispered to herself, a wide, shy grin breaking across her face.
But the fairy tale hit a snag.
As she reached behind her back to pull up the zipper, it refused to budge.
She twisted her arms, straining her shoulders as she tried to get a grip on the tiny metal tab.
"Ugh! I'm already getting late," she hissed, her frustration mounting.
"He's waiting outside and this zip... ughhhhh!"
Outside the door, Keifer was leaning against the wall, looking effortlessly devastating in a crisp black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and matching black trousers.
He called it "simple," but for Jay (and also for us 😭) , seeing him in dark colors like that was enough to melt her entire existence.
Jay exhaled a heavy, defeated sigh, her hands falling limp at her sides.
She remained seated on the vanity stool to keep the weight off her injured ankle, staring at her half-fastened back in the mirror.
Should I call him?
The thought made her stomach flip.
But... it will look like an old-time rom-com series. Ugh, so cliché.
Then, she caught her own eye in the mirror and straightened her posture.
Jay, don't you remember? You used to dream about this kind of fictional man. Now you have him standing right outside your door, and you're acting all shy? You can do it, yes!
(😭 I dream too, can I have one?)
she assured herself, trying to summon her inner "superhero."
Taking one last look at her flushed face, she bit her lip and finally called out, her voice a bit shaky.
"Um... Keifer? Can you... can you come in for a second? I need a little help."
She stared at the closed door, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Ten seconds passed.
Then twenty.
The silence in the hallway was deafening.
By the time forty seconds had ticked by, she was starting to panic.
A full minute passed, and she felt a wave of rejection.
Why didn't he come? Is he bored already? Did he change his mind?
Then, the realization hit her like a bucket of ice water.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide.
She hadn't actually called him; she had just whispered the request under her breath, so low even she could barely hear it.
"Oh god! Why the hell does he make me this nervous?"
she groaned, throwing her hands in the air in sheer exasperation before pressing her palms against her burning face.
She looked like a ripe tomato.
She took a deep, centering breath, forcing the air into her lungs.
Get it together, Jay.
"Keifer!" This time, it wasn't a whisper.
It was a real, clear call that echoed through the room.
The response was instantaneous.
"Yes, Jay!" His voice sounded sharp, right outside the door, laced with immediate concern.
"What happened?
Are you alright?
Should I come in?"
She face-palmed, shaking her head at her own silliness.
"Keifer! I'm fine," she called out, cutting through his barrage of worried questions.
"I just need your... help."
"Okay, should I come in then?"
he asked, his voice still tight with that protective edge.
"Yes," she said, rolling her eyes at the door.
He opened the door instantly and marched in, his eyes scanning the room for danger.
Jay looked up and completely froze.
Up close, he looked unreal.
How can someone be this... hot?
Shut up jay.
she scolded herself mentally, but she couldn't stop admiring him.
The contrast of his flawless skin against the deep black of his shirt was breathtaking.
His sleeves were rolled up just right, exposing the sharp lines of his forearms and the slight trace of veins that made her heart skip a beat.
His dark hair, which was perfectly styled yet had a few rebellious strands falling over his forehead.
She followed the curve of his jaw, noticing a tiny, faint mole near his lips that she'd never been close enough to see before.
Her gaze drifted lower, to the way his black shirt strained slightly across his broad shoulders and the subtle swell of his chest muscles.
This is the end of me, she thought, biting her lip hard.
Her breath hitching as her eyes settled on his throat.
His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed, and she found herself mesmerized by the smooth tan of his skin against the stark black collar.
Finally, her gaze landed on his lips—those tempting, perfectly shaped lips that were currently pulled into a soft, private smile.
Keifer knelt in front of her stool, his face inches from hers.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
he asked urgently, but he stopped mid-sentence when he realized she was staring at him, completely motionless.
"Jay?"
"Huh?"
He raised a single, knowing brow, pulling her out of her daze.
A ghost of a smirk began to form on his lips. "You said you needed help?"
"Oh!... yeah... that's," she stammered, her vocabulary failing her as she bit her lip again.
Keifer's gaze drifted, noticing the silver tab of the zipper hanging halfway down her back.
"Is this the help?"
he asked, gesturing toward her back with his eyes.
She nodded silently, looking down at her lap to hide her burning face.
He let out a soft, low chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine and stood up.
Gently, he gripped the edges of her vanity stool and rotated her so she was facing the mirror, placing him directly behind her.
But he didn't just stand there; he was caught in his own trance.
Through the mirror, his dark eyes were locked on Jay, and for the first time, he wasn't trying to hide his admiration.
He looked at the way the blush-pink lace of the dress contrasted with the creaminess of her shoulders.
He noticed the delicate column of her neck and the way her pulse was fluttering visibly at the base of her throat.
The floral patterns of the dress seemed to bloom against her skin, making her look like a vision of spring.
He saw the way she was biting her lip—that habit of hers that always drove him crazy—and the soft, shy glow in her eyes as she looked at him through the glass.
The air in the room suddenly felt heavy, the playful tension of the date evaporating into something far more profound.
As Keifer reached for the zipper, his gaze landed on her exposed back, but his focus didn't stay on the lace.
It stopped on the long, jagged scar—the cruel mark her stepfather had left behind.
Jay had managed to push the memory of it into the back of her mind for today, but Keifer hadn't.
He stared at the mark with a gaze that flickered from shock to a deep, burning sadness.
Slowly, he reached out, his fingertips barely grazing the skin as he traced the scar from just below her neck, following the path down past the midpoint of her waist.
Jay's breath hitched, her heart doing a violent, painful flip against her ribs.
She looked at him through the mirror, seeing the raw sorrow etched onto his face, and reality slammed back into her.
The memory of that night, the pain, and the shame of the mark flooded back.
Her vision blurred, and despite her best efforts, a single tear escaped, rolling down her right cheek.
She looked down instantly, wiping it away with a trembling hand.
He saw the tear, but this time, he didn't reach out to wipe it for her.
He did something that shattered her composure completely.
He leaned in, the heat of his body enveloping her, until his lips made soft, firm contact with her bare back at the top of the scar.
A direct shiver shot down Jay's spine, her toes curling as she felt the searing heat of his mouth against her skin.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her head bowing as she let out a shaky, broken breath.
Then, he moved.
He wrapped his arms slowly, almost tentatively, around her small waist, drawing her closer to him until she felt she might simply melt into his touch.
He didn't stop.
With a gentleness that felt like a prayer, he began to trace the entire length of the scar with his lips.
Every inch of skin that Jay had spent years viewing as a curse, a mark of her brokenness, was being reclaimed by him.
To her, it had always been a jagged reminder of hate; under his touch, it began to feel like a path made of flowers and love.
Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps as she sensed the vibration of his breath and the soft pressure of his lips moving down her spine.
He was kissing away the pain, replacing the memory of the trauma with the reality of his devotion.
Finally, when he reached the end of the mark, he pulled back just an inch.
He rested his forehead against her bare back for a long, silent moment, his breathing as heavy as hers.
Then, he moved back up, pressing one final, deep, and lingering kiss to the curve where her shoulder met her neck.
Without a word, his hand found the silver tab.
In one smooth, effortless flow, he pulled the zipper up, sealing the dress and the moment perfectly.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward; it was sacred.
Jay sat there, her heart full and her soul feeling lighter than it ever had before, knowing that the man standing behind her didn't just see her beauty—he saw her history, and he loved her for all of it.
Keifer rested his chin on her shoulder, the weight of it feeling like a warm anchor.
Jay kept her eyes closed, her head light, simply surrendering to the sensation of his warmth enveloping her.
He pressed his cheek against hers, feeling the incredible softness of her skin.
In the mirror's reflection, he watched her—the way her long eyelashes brushed against her flushed cheeks, casting tiny shadows.
His gaze eventually locked onto her lips, the soft pink lipstick making them look like delicate, inviting petals.
"You know?"
he murmured, his voice a low, rough velvet.
"You look so unreal right now."
A small, genuine smile broke across Jay's face, though she kept her eyes shut tight.
Seeing her smile made his own lips curve upward.
He leaned in further, slowly rubbing the tip of his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of her.
Jay's fingers instinctively tightened, clutching his arms as her heart began to thump a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
Without even realizing it, her head tilted back, her neck arching to give him more space.
His lips found the faint mark he had left at the university—the hickey that was a silent claim on her.
He pressed a lingering kiss right over it.
"Umm... Keifer..." a soft, broken moan escaped her lips at the contact.
"I don't think you actually want us to go on this date," he said huskily, pressing his face deeper into the curve of her neck.
Jay was too dazed to understand, her brain feeling like it had turned to liquid.
The sheer proximity of him was making it impossible to form a sentence.
"The way you're moaning my name.... I don't think I can let you leave this room tonight," he whispered.
The words sent a swarm of butterflies through her stomach and a wave of heat crawling to every inch of her body.
"Jay... won't you let me see your beautiful eyes?"
He punctuated the request with a soft, feather-light kiss on her cheek that made her feel like she was melting into the stool.
Slowly, Jay opened her eyes.
They were hazy and dark with emotion as she began to turn her face toward him.
But Keifer didn't wait for her to complete the turn.
The moment her lips were within reach, he leaned in and stole a quick, firm peck.
Jay's eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat as the sudden spark of the kiss sent a jolt of electricity straight to her heart.
Keifer closed his eyes and took a sharp, deep breath.
He stood up so fast that Jay just blinked at him, totally confused.
Before she could even ask what was going on, he leaned down and scooped her up in a bridal carry.
"Keifer!" she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
He looked toward the door and exhaled again, like he was trying to stay calm.
"Jay, let's just get you downstairs," he said, his voice low and a little bit rough.
"Before I lose my cool and ruin that lipstick you worked so hard on."
He looked down and saw her wide eyes and her face turning bright red, which made a mischievous smirk crawl across his lips.
He carried her out of the room and headed for the stairs.
But as they got closer to the main hall, Jay's heart started to race for a different reason.
The whole lobby was pitch black. Not a single light was on.
"Keifer, why is it so dark?" she whispered, holding onto his shirt a little tighter.
He didn't say a word. He just gave her a secret smile and kept walking.
But as they reached the back of the house, the darkness disappeared.
They stepped toward the garden, and Jay's eyes went wide. It looked like something out of a movie.
The garden was glowing.
Tiny fairy lights were draped everywhere, hanging from the tree branches like glowing vines.
Soft, warm lamps and lanterns lined the grass, casting a golden light over everything.
In the middle of it all, Keifer had moved a plush, comfortable sofa right under the trees so she could sit back and rest her foot.
In front of the sofa was a small table covered in rose petals and jasmine flowers.
It was loaded with all the food he had been cooking—it looked and smelled amazing.
He walked over and carefully set her down on the soft cushions, making sure she was comfortable.
"Our first date," he said softly, looking at her in a way that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.
He started to turn around to grab a glass of water for her, but she quickly reached out and caught his wrist.
He turned back, expecting a question, but his heart sank when he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes.
He didn't waste a second.
He sat down on the sofa right next to her, gently cupping her face in both of his hands.
"Jay... what happened?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
He moved his thumbs softly across her cheeks to brush the tears away.
"Is it your foot?
Are you in pain?"
Instead of answering, she just smiled through the tears and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding on like she never wanted to let go.
Keifer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair gently and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"Sweetheart... tell me what's wrong," he murmured.
Jay pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.
She had a small, shaky smile on her lips as she looked at him, then at the beautiful setup he had created just for her.
"Am I really this lucky to have you in my life?" she asked softly.
The question caught him completely off guard.
For a man who always had a witty comeback or a teasing line ready, Keifer went totally silent.
He just stared at her, his expression softening into something so raw and honest that it made Jay's heart skip a beat.
He didn't feel like a billionaire or a popular student in that moment—he was just a boy who was completely, hopelessly in love with the girl sitting in front of him.
"No, Jay," he said, his voice low and steady.
"It's not you who's lucky. It's me.
I'm the one who's lucky to have a pure soul like you in my life."
He leaned in and pressed a long, tender kiss to her forehead, his eyes closing as he held the moment.
He stayed there for a second, just resting his forehead against hers, letting the meaning of his words sink in.
She looked at him, her heart feeling so full it almost hurt, realizing that he didn't just love her—he truly cherished her
Keifer handed her the glass of water, making sure she took a few sips until she calmed down.
"Now, no more crying," he said, his voice returning to that playful, smooth tone.
"Let's actually enjoy our first date."
He took her hand, lifting it slowly to his lips to press a lingering kiss on her knuckles.
He looked her straight in the eye and added, "...romantically."
Jay nodded, a bright smile finally replacing her tears.
They started eating the delicious spread he'd prepared.
Jay reached for a piece of Chicken Adobo, the savory, soy-marinated meat smelling incredible.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she picked up a piece and held it out toward him.
Keifer leaned in, opening his mouth to take the bite, but right as he got close, Jay quickly pulled her hand back toward her own mouth, giggling at her little prank.
But Keifer was faster.
Before she could take the bite, he caught her wrist in mid-air with a firm but gentle grip.
"Oh no, you don't. You can't do that this time," he said with a smirk.
He slowly pulled her hand toward his face, his eyes locked on hers.
He didn't just take the food; he ate it right from her fingers, his lips brushing against her skin and playfully catching her fingertips for a second.
Jay felt a bolt of heat rush through her, her face turning beet red as she sat there, completely flustered.
"Delicious," he teased, letting go of her hand while she tried to find her breath again.
The rest of the dinner went by in a blur of laughter.
They spent the night teasing each other and sharing stories, the garden lights twinkling around them as they finished every bite of the meal.
**
As they finished the last of the food, Keifer leaned back, looking completely satisfied.
"I have one more surprise," he said, his eyes twinkling.
"One more?" Jay asked, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
He nodded, a wide smile on his face.
She smiled back but then pouted slightly. "Keifer... what about ice cream?"
"Oh yeah!" he laughed, snapping his fingers.
"How could I forget my girlfriend's favorite thing?"
Jay grinned, her eyes sparkling at the mention of the word girlfriend.
Keifer jumped up and ran toward the house to check the fridge, but a minute later, he realized the freezer was completely empty.
"Wow! Just wow!" he muttered to himself, looking at the empty ice cream tub.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
He pulled out his phone and made a quick call, speaking in a low, bossy but playful tone.
Once he hung up, he headed back out to the garden where Jay was waiting.
"Let's go," he said, reaching for her.
"Where? And what about my ice cream?" she asked, looking confused.
"That's coming too," he promised.
Without warning, he swept her up into a bridal carry again, making her let out another little gasp of surprise.
"Just come with me for now."
Jay couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
She stopped protesting and simply leaned her head against his shoulder.
Keifer carried her up the last few steps and stepped out onto the rooftop.
Jay's eyes widened, and she let out a soft, breathless, "Wow!"
The rooftop was a dream.
It was a cozy, open-air sanctuary overlooking the glowing city skyline.
Right in the center sat a comfortable sofa bed dressed in soft grey linens and navy blue pillows, looking like a literal cloud under the stars.
String lights were draped across the glass railings and woven through lush green potted plants, casting a warm, magical glow over the wooden deck.
A large flat-screen monitor stood at the foot of the bed, already set up for a movie night, while flickering candles in glass lanterns and small side tables made the whole space feel intimate and private.
He carefully set her down on the edge of the bed. "You stay here," he said, tapping her nose playfully.
"I'll be back in a flash."
Keifer practically ran back down to the kitchen.
He worked quickly, serving steaming noodles into two bowls and grabbing some cold drinks from the fridge.
He also pulled out a container of fresh pomegranate juice—her absolute favorite.
He knew she'd want something cold, but he figured the juice was a better, healthier option to keep her from drinking too many fizzy sodas while she was recovering.
As he was loading everything onto a large wooden tray, he paused, looking at a glass of dark red juice already sitting on the counter.
"Had I poured the juice in the glass already?" he muttered to himself, scratching his head.
He was sure he'd just taken the container out, but there it was—a perfectly poured glass of pomegranate juice.
He shrugged it off, his mind racing with excitement for the rest of the night.
"I must have. Don't think too much, Keifer, she's waiting."
He balanced the tray carefully, added the mysterious glass of juice to it, and marched back up to the roof to join her.
**
Keifer walked back onto the rooftop, and for a moment, he just stood there.
Jay was leaning against the pillows, scrolling through movie options with the remote.
In the soft moonlight, she looked like a vision.
She had let her hair down, the dark waves falling over her shoulders and framing her face in a way that made her look even softer and more beautiful than before.
He sat the tray down on the bed, and she gave him a bright, excited smile.
He climbed in beside her, pulling the thick duvet over both of them up to their hips to keep the night chill away and handed the bowl.
"Jay, juice?" he offered, holding up the glass.
"Later," she murmured, her eyes already glued to the screen.
He nodded and set the remaining tray on the bedside table.
They picked a random movie and settled in.
For a while, everything was normal.
Keifer made quick work of his noodles, but his attention wasn't really on the film.
He kept stealing glances at Jay, watching the way the light from the screen reflected in her eyes.
She was still working on her last few bites, completely absorbed in the plot.
But ----
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed.
The movie transitioned into an intense, lingering kiss scene.
Jay froze mid-bite.
A few strands of noodles were caught—half inside her mouth and half hanging out—as she stared at the screen, wide-eyed.
The rooftop was silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city, but for Jay, the world had narrowed down to the inches between her and Keifer.
Slowly, as if moving through water, she turned her head to look at him.
She found him already watching her, his expression unreadable and his eyes dark with a raw, focused intensity that made her skin tingle.
Before the thought of turning back to the screen could even cross her mind, he lunged forward.
He didn't go for her lips first; instead, he caught the ends of the noodles still hanging from her mouth.
Jay's heart didn't just race—it felt like it had stopped working altogether, suspended in a moment of pure shock.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid gasps as his face hovered mere inches from hers, his warmth radiating against her skin.
His full focus was anchored on her mouth.
With a smooth, practiced motion, he reached out with one hand to take the empty bowl from her lap, setting it aside without ever breaking eye contact.
Simultaneously, his other hand slid firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest until she could feel the frantic thrumming of his own heart.
Jay's eyes were wide, the size of saucers, her breath hitching in her throat.
Slowly, deliberately, he took the remaining noodles into his mouth, closing the distance with a torturous slowness until his lips finally crashed against hers.
The moment they touched, Jay's eyes fluttered shut.
Every ounce of her usual shyness evaporated, replaced by a violent surge of heat that made her blood hum.
Her hand traveled instinctively to his hair, her fingers tangling deep in the dark, soft strands, while her other hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if trying to merge their very souls.
He deepened the kiss instantly, his lips moving against hers with a sudden, fierce hunger that consumed her.
Jay didn't pull away; instead, she responded with the same desperate intensity, her heart hammering against her ribs as she melted into the strength of his embrace.
Their lips worked in perfect, feverish sync, lost in a rhythm that belonged only to them.
They finally pulled apart only when they were completely breathless, gasping for air in the cool night.
But Keifer didn't give her a single second to recover.
His dark eyes met hers for a fleeting, electric moment before he crashed his lips onto hers again with even more force, the momentum sending her backward until her head hit the soft mattress of the bed.
Jay didn't recoil; she thrived in the chaos of the moment.
She reached up and grabbed his collar, pulling him down toward her with a strength she didn't know she possessed.
The force of her pull caused the upper two buttons of his shirt to snap and fly off, but neither noticed.
His hands were everywhere—gripping her waist, cradling her neck, pulling her so close that there was no longer any space for air between them.
He bit her lower lip, a sharp, playful nip that made a low moan escape her throat.
Her hands tightened in his hair, tugging him closer as he began to suck her lower lip, coaxing her mouth to open.
As she gave in, his tongue traveled into her mouth, exploring with a bold, searing heat.
Jay wasn't about to lose ground; she met him with the same fire, her own tongue moving against his in a dance of pure, unadulterated passion.
Finally, they pulled apart once more, both of them panting heavily, their lungs burning and their lips swollen.
They stayed there, hovering in the dark, resting their foreheads against each other as their breaths mingled in the quiet night air.
In the silence of the rooftop, Keifer's voice was a rough, emotional whisper.
"I love you, Jay."
Jay let out a shaky breath, her eyes closed and chest raising and falling as a soft smile touched her lips.
"I love you too, Keifer."
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Hey buddies how are you?
Don't ask me how I'm, as my whole Innocence is evaporating in air 😭😭😭😭😭😭.
Ok bye
Let me wash my brain.
(But real chaos is still left)
Love u 🤟