KEIFER'S POV:
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The feeling of her back against my chest, the hot water slicking our skin and turning the shower into a humid, private sanctuary, was almost too much to handle.
I could feel her heart hammering against her ribs—not out of fear, but out of that same electric anticipation that had been driving me insane for years.
I didn't just want her; I wanted to consume her.
I tightened my grip on her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pulled her back against me with a bruising intensity.
The contrast was intoxicating—the cool tiles of the wall in front of her and the searing heat of my body behind her.
I leaned in, my lips tracing the line of her shoulder, biting softly at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, making her let out a sharp, needy gasp that echoed in the small space.
"You tried to run away from me," I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous vibration against her skin. "I don't think you realize how much I hate it when you run, Jay."
I slid my hand forward, my palm gliding over the wet curve of her stomach before my fingers found the center of her heat.
She was already slick, the water and her own arousal making her slide against my touch. As I circled her clitoris with a ruthless precision, Jay arched her back, her head falling back onto my shoulder.
"Keifer... oh god," she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged hitches.
I didn't give her a moment to breathe. I shifted her, turning her around in the narrow spray of the shower so she was facing me.
I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist by instinct, her arms clinging to my neck as if I were the only thing keeping her grounded.
I entered her in one deep, possessive thrust that drew a loud, unrestrained scream from her lips.
The friction of the water and the intensity of our connection created a sensory overload. I pinned her against the wall, my movements primal and urgent, each thrust a claim, a declaration that she belonged to me and only me.
I watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her lips parted in a silent plea for more.
I drove into her harder, the sound of our bodies colliding mixing with the roar of the water.
When the climax hit, it was like an explosion, a white-out of pleasure that left us both shaking and gasping for air, clinging to each other as if we were drowning.
Eventually, the water cooled, but the heat between us remained. I carried her back to the bed, dripping wet and utterly spent.
I didn't even bother with towels; I just collapsed onto the sheets with her in my arms, our naked bodies entwined in a messy, beautiful heap of limbs.
I pulled the duvet over us, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth. Jay lay nestled against my chest, her head resting right above my heart, listening to its frantic beat.
I stroked her hair, my fingers lingering on the nape of her neck, feeling a sense of peace I hadn't known in nearly a decade.
"Keifer,btw...why did they call?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper, drifting in the haze of post-coital bliss. "The boys... why were they all calling at once?"
I kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes. "Nothing important. Just the usual chaos. It turns out they're all in London for a series of business mergers and meetings. They've been pestering me all morning because they want to meet me and you basically they want me to bring you tonight."
I felt her shift against me, her head lifting from my chest as she processed what I'd said.
The sleepiness in her eyes was replaced by something more thoughtful, a flicker of guilt and longing that I recognized instantly.
"They're all here?" she asked softly.
"Every single one of them," I replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"Probably currently arguing over which restaurant has the best steak and which one of them gets to tease me the most for finally getting you back."
Jay didn't laugh this time. Instead, she looked at me with an expression of sudden resolve. "I want to come. I want to meet them tonight."
I blinked, slightly surprised. "You do? I thought you were terrified of the group commentary."
"I am," she admitted, a small, shy smile playing on her lips. "But... Keifer, it's been seven years,they were my friends too. When everything fell apart, I didn't just push you away—I shut them all out. I know I was cold. I know I probably made them hate me for how I treated you."
She reached up, her hand resting on my cheek, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "I want to forgive them for any part they played in the mess, but more than that, I want to apologize. I want to make things right with all of you."
The sheer selflessness of it hit me like a physical blow.
For seven years, I had carried the burden of our shared wreckage, and here she was, waking up from a night of passion and immediately thinking about healing the bridges she'd burned.
It made me love her with an intensity that felt almost violent.
"You don't owe them an apology, Jay," I murmured, though I knew she would feel the weight of it if she didn't.
"They've spent the last few years wondering if you were ever coming back. They'll be too happy to see you to care about the past."
"I still want to," she insisted, her voice firming up. "Please. Let me come. I want to be by your side when we face them."
I felt a surge of pride swell in my chest. The image of us walking into a room together—me with my arm around her, claiming her before the world—was a fantasy I hadn't dared to dream of until today.
"Alright," I whispered, pulling her back down into the crook of my arm. "You can come. But fair warning: once they realize you've actually forgiven us, they're going to be insufferable. You'll be the center of their universe for the rest of the night."
"I can handle it,thy are our friends" she murmured, her voice trailing off as the exhaustion finally won. "Also as long as you're there to protect me."
"Always," I vowed, kissing her temple.
I held her tight, feeling her body go limp as she drifted back into sleep.
I stared at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the rhythm of her breath, a slow, satisfied smile on my face.
Tonight was going to be a circus, but for the first time in my life, I didn't mind the noise. As long as she was the one holding my hand, I could handle anything.
Slowly, the warmth of the bed and the scent of her skin pulled me under as well, and we both dozed off, locked in an embrace that promised never to be broken again.