It was their first free weekend since classes started, and Keifer wasn't about to waste it.
"Pack a bag, Jay," he told her, smirking like he was planning trouble. "We're not spending this weekend rotting at home."
Jay narrowed her eyes, "And where exactly are we going, Mr. Watson?"
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. "Anywhere I can get you alone."
And so it began—two days of pure chaos, luxury, and love.
Saturday Morning – Mansion Breakfast
They started with a late breakfast at their mansion—Jay in his oversized shirt, Keifer refusing to let her eat in peace because he kept pulling her onto his lap, kissing her neck between bites of croissant.
"Keifer," Jay warned, cheeks pink, "we have a whole day planned."
"Correction," he murmured against her collarbone. "I planned a whole weekend of kissing my wife senseless."
Saturday Afternoon – Luxury Date
Keifer took her shopping in the city. But of course, shopping with Keifer wasn't normal. He practically bought out an entire boutique just because she liked one dress.
"Keif, I don't need all of these—"
"You're Mrs. Watson," he cut her off, smirking as he handed the credit card back. "You don't get to argue with me about spoiling you."
After that, he whisked her off to an art gallery. They held hands the entire time, but Keifer couldn't keep his lips off her shoulder, whispering things that made Jay blush so hard she had to swat him with the gallery brochure.
Saturday Night – Spicy Mansion Chaos
Back home, the mansion was glowing with candlelight. Keifer had arranged a private dinner on the balcony overlooking the gardens, violin music playing in the background.
But dinner didn't last long.
Jay was laughing at one of his ridiculous jokes when Keifer leaned over, kissed her mid-laugh, and suddenly, they weren't at the table anymore—they were pressed against the glass doors of the balcony, his hands everywhere, her giggles breaking into soft sighs.
"Keifer—" she tried to protest.
"Jay," he husked, voice low, "you have no idea how hard it is to behave when you're sitting there looking like that."
Let's just say the staff quickly learned not to come looking for them that night.
Sunday Morning – Lazy Spicy Morning
They woke up late, tangled in silk sheets. Keifer refused to let her out of bed. Every time Jay tried, he pulled her back, kissing her until she gave up and melted against him.
"You're addicted," she teased breathlessly.
"To you? Guilty as charged."
Sunday Afternoon – Fun + More Spice
They decided to take the day slow—swimming in the mansion pool, racing each other, Keifer cheating by pulling her underwater just to kiss her. Jay squealed and splashed him, but he only laughed and carried her out of the pool bridal-style.
And yes, the pool wasn't just for swimming by the time they were done.
Sunday Night – Romantic Ending
The weekend ended with the two of them sitting under the stars in the mansion's garden. Jay's head rested on Keifer's shoulder as he traced circles on her hand.
"You know what my favorite part of this weekend was?" he asked softly.
"What?"
"You calling me yours." He kissed her temple. "Because as long as I have you, Jay, I don't care if we're in Paris, in the mansion, or just walking across campus—I'll always be the happiest man alive."
Jay smiled, kissing him softly. "You're ridiculous, Keif."
"Maybe," he whispered, pulling her into his lap again. "But I'm ridiculously in love with you."