The apartment door clicked shut behind them, the familiar space suddenly charged, like electricity hanging in the air. Jay dropped her bag, and Keifer's gaze locked onto her immediately, hunger and possession flickering across his face.
"You've been teasing me all day," he growled, voice low, rough. "Every look, every touch… I've held it in, but now? Now… nothing's stopping me."
Jay smirked, brushing her hand over his chest, sliding up just enough to make him tense. "Keifer," she whispered, voice playful, daring, "you were supposed to resist. Aren't you proud of yourself for holding back all day?"
He didn't answer with words. He caught her hand, pressing it against his chest, and leaned in. His lips brushed hers—soft at first, just a taste—but she could feel the storm behind it. His hands slid to her waist, holding her flush against him, and for one heartbeat, they paused, both breathing hard, letting the tension build.
Jay tilted her head, lips grazing his neck teasingly, feeling him shiver. "You like this, don't you?" she murmured, pressing closer. "Being out of control for me."
Keifer groaned softly, jaw tightening, finally letting himself give in. "You… you drive me insane," he whispered against her skin. "And I don't care anymore."
That was all the invitation Jay needed. She pressed her body fully against him, teasing, claiming, daring him to react. Her oversized hoodie was slipping, her hair falling across his chest, hands exploring lightly but deliberately, letting him feel her desire without words.
Keifer's hands roamed over her, possessive, firm, hungry. Every inch of restraint he'd held onto all day dissolved, leaving only raw need, deep affection, and utter devotion.
He pulled her closer, lips pressing along her jawline, her temple, brushing hers in a way that said mine over and over again.
Jay tilted her head, smirking against him, letting him feel how much control she had—how much she loved making him lose it. "Nothing can stop us now," she whispered.
"No," he agreed, voice rough, dark. "And I don't want anything to."
The apartment seemed to shrink around them, the world outside fading entirely. Their breaths mingled, hearts racing in sync, hands claiming, teasing, exploring—but always careful enough to savor every second.
In that space, all their teasing, jealousy, and public tension boiled over. Nothing could stop them anymore.
The storm was theirs, and they were fully, completely, undeniably each other's.