JAY-JAY POV
I was bored. And emotionally unstable. Which meant it was the perfect time to emotionally compromise Keifer Watson.
"Truth or Dare," I said, sprawled across the couch like a villain in lip gloss and unresolved feelings.
He blinked. "Are we twelve?"
"No. But you're emotionally stunted, so it tracks."
He narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Dare."
I grinned. "Do a full-minute chicken dance."
He stared at me. I casually opened my camera app, making sure he didn't notice.
And then? He danced. Flapping, squawking, committing to the chaos like a man who'd lost all dignity.
I recorded every second. And I laughed — not the cute kind. The rib-cracking, tear-streaming, I might need CPR kind.
I clapped. Because that was art.
"Truth or Dare," he asked, defeated.
I hesitated. If I picked dare, he'd make me do something nasty. "Truth," I said.
He grinned. "Do you still love me?"
I froze. I wanted to say yes. But I couldn't.
"Skip," I said.
"That's not how this works," he smirked.
"You can ask me to do something else," I offered, desperate.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," I said, instantly regretting it.
"Fine. Kiss me."
What the actual— I should've known this was coming.
I had no choice. So I kissed him.
It was supposed to be a peck. But this animal deepened it. One kiss turned into another. I didn't even notice when I ended up on his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.
His hands slid under my shirt. And I wasn't stopping him. I should've. But I didn't.
We broke the kiss. Look at our position. I was blushing like a tomato in denial.
I scrambled off him.
"That was… something," he teased.
"Do you want to continue the game or go to sleep?" he asked.
I changed the subject. "When are we going home? Kuya Jare and Kuya Percy might be worried. It's going to be Wednesday tomorrow — we've only been here one day."
"Actually… we're staying the whole week," he said.
I blinked. "What?! I can't stay here for a whole week with you!"
"Your kuyas asked me to take you away for a bit."
My eyes went wide. "WHAT THE FUCK?! What did you tell my brothers that made them voluntarily hand me over to you?"
"You got into enough trouble. The Ram situation isn't over. He just got out of the hospital. It wasn't safe for you."
He explained it calmly. Like I was a child. Like I wasn't already halfway to combusting.
Then he leaned in. Kissed me again — soft this time. Gentle. Like he meant it.
"Profanity," he whispered.
I need to watch my mouth. And maybe my heart.