KEIFER POV
It was 2 a.m. JayJay was still awake. Still pacing. Still muttering curses like they were poetry dipped in gasoline.
I knocked. No answer. So I opened the door.
She was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito of rage and heartbreak. Her eyes met mine — sharp, tired, beautiful.
"You need sleep," I said softly.
She didn't blink. "Why? So you can emotionally sabotage me at sunrise?"
"I'll bring breakfast."
"Still sabotage."
I stepped in slowly, sat at the edge of her bed. "Jay… please."
"Please what?" she asked, voice guarded.
"Please let me stay. Just for tonight."
She stared at me. Thinking. Okay — progress.
"No."
"Please na, Jay," I said, voice low, almost begging.
"No."
Stubborn as ever.
I sighed. Then had an idea. I didn't like it. But it was the only way.
"I'll make you a deal," I said.
She raised an eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"
"I'll erase every profanity from the list."
Her eyes narrowed. She was tempted. She had to be. Otherwise, I'd spend the entire morning trying to reset the count.
"Fine," she said at last. "But no touching me. Or I'll kick you off the bed."
I nodded. Knowing full well I'd break that rule the moment she let me close.
"Thank you, wifey," I whispered.
She blinked. Then blushed. Hard.
"Whose wife, you gago?" she snapped, horrified and pink.
I leaned in. Kissed her softly. Just once. Then pulled back.
"Profanity," I murmured.
She glared, cheeks still burning. "Just sleep before I change my mind."
I smiled. She turned away, the blanket pulled tight. But I saw the way her fingers curled toward mine.
And me? I lay beside her, quiet. Not touching. Just close enough to feel her heartbeat in the silence.
Because sometimes love isn't loud. It's whispered at 2 a.m. In stolen kisses and erased curses. In the way she lets me stay — even when she swears she won't.