{Hey readers! 💌
So many of you kept asking for more romantic (and okay, kinda spicy 👀) moments between Jay and Keifer even though I originally imagined Jay making Keifer wait until marriage 😭
BUT... since y'all have been so sweet, supportive, and very persuasive, your wish is my command 😌✨
Just a heads up—I'm still learning (turning 18 in a month 😳), so this was definitely outside my comfort zone to write. But I gave it my best shot and tried to keep it both romantic and respectful. Not too explicit, but enough to give you butterflies 🦋
Thank you so much for reading this fanfic, loving these two, and encouraging me every step of the way! ILY all 🫶
Let me know what you think in the comments 🥺💬}
Jay's POV
After the whole chaos, prom plans, group screaming, and Keifer's very public jealousy...I thought the day had already peaked.
But apparently, fate had one more twist in store.
It rained. Like rained rained.
A sudden, reckless, cinematic downpour that left me and Keifer completely soaked by the time we got into his car.
He turned the engine on and looked over at me, water dripping from my hair onto his seat.
We were both breathing hard from the run, completely drenched, and I was suddenly way too aware of how close we were. How his shirt clung to his chest, how his jawline sharpened when he concentrated on the road, how my pulse wouldn't slow down.
He drove in silence.
Not awkward silence. But... heavy. Charged.
When he parked in front of his house—yes, his house, I realized—I blinked at him.
"...Wait. You brought me to your place?"
Keifer finally spoke, voice low. "It's raining too hard. Didn't want you getting sick."
I wanted to roll my eyes. But mostly, I wanted to melt.
The rain was still roaring when he turned the engine off. For a second, we just sat there, both of us soaked, panting slightly, our breaths fogging the windows.
Then he turned to me and smiled. "Come on. Let's get you a towel."
Ten minutes later, I stood in Keifer's living room wearing one of his oversized shirt and a pair of plaid sweatpants, I had to roll at the waist just to walk without tripping.
I looked like a stolen girlfriend meme.
Keifer entered the room with another towel in his hand, stopped mid-step, and just... stared.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
He tilted his head, smirking. "You look good in my clothes."
I rolled my eyes and shoved his chest playfully. "Stupid. Gago."
"Jay-jay, language," he teased, laughing softly.
Then, with a sudden shift in his eyes one that made my stomach flip he took a step closer.
He lifted his hand slowly and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. Gently. Twice.
My breath hitched. My face? Probably redder than a cherry in summer.
"You're really something," he murmured, his voice low and reverent, like he couldn't believe I was actually standing there.
Then he kissed me.
Soft at first. Like he was still testing the water, like he was scared to rush.
But I kissed him back. Harder. Deeper.
And it changed everything.
His lips moved against mine like he already knew the rhythm of my soul. I found my hands resting on his chest, then sliding up to his neck, fingers curling in the wet strands of his hair.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. His other hand cradled my cheek, warm and steady.
The kiss deepened until we were both breathless.
He pulled away first, just for a second. His lips were red, eyes dark, and jaw clenched like he was fighting every nerve in his body.
Without a word, he scooped me up bridal-style.
"KEIFER—" I squeaked, grabbing onto his hoodie.
He just smiled at me, one of those confident, knowing, slightly dangerous smiles.
"Let's go upstairs."
Somehow, we made it to his room, still tangled in each other.
He laid me down on his bed like I was the most delicate thing in the world. I wasn't sure when kissing turned into soft moans and whispered names, but somewhere between his mouth on my neck and my hands threading into his hair, I forgot how to breathe.
Keifer hovered over me, eyes scanning my face.
He pinned my hands gently above my head, not forceful, but grounding. Our lips were swollen, breaths ragged, and yet he wasn't doing anything. Just looking.
Looking at me like I was art.
"Jay," he whispered. "Are you sure?"
My heart did a slow, nervous flip.
But I knew what we wanted....
I smiled. "Yes."
His expression changed. Almost like he didn't believe me. Like he didn't think he deserved this moment. But I kissed him again to shut down that voice in his head.
Our clothes fell away like petals soft, slow, and somehow sacred. There was no rush, no pressure. Just the quiet hum of rain against his window and the warm sound of two hearts finding their way to each other.
His skin was warm against mine. Every touch felt like electricity and safety all at once. He kissed my shoulder, my collarbone, the space just beneath my ear. My hands traced the curve of his back, memorizing every inch like I'd never forget it.
And I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
Every movement was patient. Gentle. His hands knew where to hold, where to pause, where to ask if I was still okay. And I always was.
I wasn't scared.
Not with him.
Not when every kiss felt like a promise.
The night didn't feel sinful or reckless. It felt like falling asleep in your favorite song. Like sinking into warmth you didn't know your body craved until you were drowning in it.
There were gasps and sighs and whispered "I love you" we weren't brave enough to say out loud—but I heard them. Felt them.
Keifer wasn't just touching my skin.
He was touching every fear I'd ever had and telling it to rest.
And when it was over when the storm inside me had settled, and my heart felt like it could finally stop racing he pulled me into his arms without a word.
Just held me.
Like he didn't want the night to end either.
Like I was his.
6 am...
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window, tangled in his bedsheets, his arms wrapped tightly around me like a warm blanket.
His breath was steady against my neck, and his grip never loosened even in sleep. My hand rested on his chest, rising and falling with every exhale.
It didn't feel real.
But it was.
I turned slightly, trying not to wake him, and just... watched.
His lashes were too pretty for a guy. His lips were a little swollen. His hoodie still half-hanging off a chair. And me? In his boxers, in his bed, in his arms.
He opened one eye, and his lips curved into a sleepy smile. "You're staring."
"Shut up," I whispered, cheeks heating.
"You're cute when you're flustered," he said, voice hoarse and raspy from sleep.
"Ugh."
But I smiled.
"Hey," he whispered. "You okay?"
I nodded.
More than okay.
"I love you, Jay," he said softly, tracing circles on my hip.
My heart stopped.
And then started again, double time.
I looked at him, and for once, I didn't panic. Didn't overthink.
"I love you too, Keifer."
He kissed my forehead. "Good. Because you're not escaping now."
"Possessive much?"
"Always. Especially when you're mine."
I grinned and buried my face in his chest.
I was his.
He was mine.
And no matter what came next college, careers, the real world—I knew one thing.
This boy?
He was my home.
Always will be!