JAY-JAY POV
I stood there, still reeling from everything he'd said.
The betrayal. The confession. The math. The 450,450 kisses.
My brain was buffering.
My heart was glitching.
And my fists were still twitching.
Keifer looked at me like he was waiting for another punch or a proposal — honestly, even I didn't know which one was coming.
Then he said it.
"Go shower. I'll make dinner for us."
Like we were a normal couple.
I blinked.
Then nodded.
Because food.
And also because my legs were jelly and I needed to scream into a towel.
I stomped off to the bathroom, muttering curses under my breath — and yes, I counted them. He wasn't adding those to the list.
The water hit my skin and I finally exhaled.
Then I stared at myself.
"Don't be stupid again," I whispered.
But my reflection just smirked like, Too late, babe.
I came out in one of his oversized shirts because my clothes were still in the car and I was too tired to care
He was in the kitchen.
Cooking.
Like a domestic menace.
"Smells good," I said, arms crossed.
He turned, eyes scanning me in his shirt.
And he froze.
"Jay," he said, voice suddenly soft. "You look…"
"Don't say it," I warned.
"Like home."
I blinked.
He blinked.
We both looked away like cowards.
He handed me a plate.
I took it.
We sat on the couch, eating in silence.
Until he said, "You know, if you keep wearing my clothes, I might start thinking we're dating again."
I looked at him.
Deadpan.
"I will stab you with this fork."
He grinned. "Romantic."
I rolled my eyes.
But I didn't move away when he leaned in.
Didn't stop him when he brushed my hair behind my ear
He paused.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
And for once, he didn't smirk.
Didn't joke.
Just looked at me like he meant it.
I didn't say anything.
But I didn't pull away either.
Because maybe forgiveness wasn't a switch.
Maybe it was a slow burn.
Like dinner.
Like us.
Like everything that hurts and heals at the same time.
I started eating like I wasn't emotionally spiraling.
Like Keifer Watson wasn't sitting across from me, watching me like I was the main course.
"You know," I said between bites, "you'd make a great chef."
He grinned. That sly, smug, Keifer grin.
"I want to be your chef."
I paused mid-chew.
"I'm going to punch you again."
He leaned in, eyes gleaming. "If that means I get to kiss you again… go ahead."
I choked on my rice.
This man was a menace.
A walking HR violation.
A romantic hazard in a hoodie.
I grabbed my fork like a weapon. "Say one more thing and I'll stab you with this."
He raised an eyebrow. "Will it be a love stab or—"
I threw a napkin at his face.
He caught it.
Still smiling.
Still smug.
And me?
Still eating.
Because chaos or not, the food was really good.
And unfortunately…
So was he.
At the end of everything — the yelling, the punching, the kissing, the math — he asked:
"Do you want ice cream?"
And obviously, yes.
Who says no to ice cream?
He came back with cookies and cream.
My favorite.
Of course he remembered.
He handed me the bowl like it was a peace offering wrapped in sugar and regret.
"You know," he said, stealing glances at me between bites, "I missed you so much."
And before my brain could slap my mouth shut, I said it.
"Me too."
He froze.
Then looked up.
Smiling.
Like he'd just won a war.
Like my heart was a trophy.
I panicked.
"I meant I missed you too, ice cream," I said quickly, pointing at the bowl like it was my emotional shield.
He didn't say anything.
Just smiled.
Smug.
Soft.
Satisfied.
Like his wish had been fulfilled.
Like he knew.
And me?
I kept eating.
Because if I stopped, I might say something worse.
Like I still love you.
Or I never stopped.
Or please don't leave again.
So I shoved another spoonful in my mouth.
And cursed silently.
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Hey everyone! I know I haven't uploaded many chapters lately, but I promise I have a good reason 😅 I had a dentist appointment — two hours away from home — and we ended up doing some shopping too (and you know how that never ends early).
Still, I hope the chapters I have posted are worth the wait. As always, your comments and votes mean the world to me — they keep me going and help me write better every day 💖