The room was bathed in soft moonlight.
Keifer's hands lingered on Jay as he leaned closer, his lips tracing gentle, teasing paths along her neck and collarbone.
Jay's breath hitched. Every nerve in her body was alert.
Then, with a quiet tug, his fingers reached the clasp of her bra.
Jay froze completely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest.
"Oh no… Keifer—" she whispered, panic mixed with anticipation.
But before she could think further, he moved carefully. His touch was deliberate, careful, respectful.
Instead of doing anything mischievous, he unclasped the bra slowly, sliding it off her shoulders with a soft, protective care.
Jay blinked, startled. "Keifer… what are you—"
He held it for a moment, then gently handed her a soft night top from the dresser.
"I… thought you might want this," he said softly, voice low and warm.
"Not good for a girl to wear a bra at night. So… I helped."
Jay's cheeks burned, a mix of relief, embarrassment, and admiration.
"You… you think of everything, huh?" she whispered, taking the top and letting him pull it over her shoulders.
He leaned back slightly, smirk softening into something almost tender.
"Of course," he said. "I can't resist you… but I'm not a fool. I know when to be gentle."
Jay glanced at him, heart thumping, realizing once again that no matter how daring or teasing he could be, Keifer always made sure she was safe, comfortable, and cared for.
Her fingers brushed his hand lightly. "You're… impossible."
"And you love it," he teased, leaning closer, his lips brushing her temple.
Jay laughed softly, shaking her head. "Maybe I do."
The night wrapped around them, quiet and intimate.
In that delicate balance of teasing and care, Jay realized something: Keifer could drive her wild, but he would never cross the line without her trust.
And that… made him irresistible.