Keifer's POV
Jay was sleeping so soundly that I couldn't bring myself to wake her. So instead, I carried her bridal style into the apartment. The butler was already at the door, bowing slightly.
"Welcome, sir," he greeted.
"Please take the bags from the car," I said , still holding her close. Her warm breath brushed against my chest, and I couldn't help but smile.
Inside, I laid her gently on the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before slipping off her shoes. I lingered for a moment, watching her sleep—she looked so peaceful, I almost wished time would stop right there.
Jay's POV
The smell of lechon and kare-kare filled the air. My mouth watered as I reached out, ready to take a bite of crispy, golden pork skin—
Wait… this isn't lechon. It's a pillow!
I groaned and blinked my eyes open, realizing I wasn't at home but in Keifer's bed. A folded note sat on the bedside table, written in beautiful handwriting:
Dear Jay-Jay,
Please freshen up when you wake. I'll make us some dinner and help you unpack.
Love,
Keifer
A smile crept onto my lips. I headed to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and changed into my favorite green silk pajamas. As soon as I stepped out, a wave of delicious aromas wrapped around me—garlic, soy, something sizzling.
"I'm coming, my love," I said to no one in particular, grinning. "My beautiful, delicious dinner"