JAY'S POV —
The world was a blur of honey-gold light and heavy, intoxicating heat. I was floating in this hazy, ethereal space where the air tasted like vanilla and adrenaline, and the only thing that existed was him.
I was waking up in a bed that felt like a cloud, but the view was far better than any dreamscape.
Keifer was standing by the window, the morning sun pouring over him like a spotlight, highlighting every single ridge of his abdominal muscles.
He was shirtless.
Again.
Of course he was because in my subconscious, Keifer only exists as a weapon of mass destruction designed to end my sanity.
He turned toward me, his gaze dark and hungry, a smirk playing on his lips that promised absolute ruin.
He didn't just walk; he prowled, each step closing the distance until the mattress dipped under his weight.
"Still dreaming about me, Jay?" he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a literal electric shock straight to my thighs.
"ASSHOLE!! I WASN'T OKAYY!!!!" I screamed shivering because WOAH he looked HOT.....
"The drool on the corner of your mouth says otherwise Jaybird.." he smirked and started moving towards me slowly.. cautiously....
Before I could even breathe, he moved.
He surged forward, pinning me back against the headboard, the sudden impact making me gasp.
He didn't stop until he was hovering inches from my face, his scent—that maddening mix of cedarwood and warm skin—filling my entire universe.
He didn't go for my lips first. No, he was a sadist.
He leaned in, his breath hot against the sensitive skin just below my ear, and whispered something so filthy, so utterly explicit, that my toes curled instantly.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to get you out of these clothes and make you mine and only mine Jaybird.." he murmured, his voice sliding over my skin like velvet.
Then, he attacked. His lips grazed the corner of my mouth, a teasing flick of heat that left me craving more, before he descended upon my neck.
He bit—just a tiny, sharp nip—and I let out a broken, pathetic moan that echoed through the room.
I reached up, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting to merge into his skin.
I was melting, dissolving, absolutely losing it.
When his lips finally crashed against mine, it wasn't a kiss; it was a collision.
It was desperate, hungry, and tasted like everything I had been denying myself for months. I was kissing him back with a feverish intensity, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird—
And then—BAM.
My eyes flew open.
I stared at the ceiling, breathing like I'd just run a marathon, my heart still drumming a frantic rhythm in my chest.
"Oh my God," I wheezed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "What the actual hell was that?!"
I lay there for a second, my brain trying to process the sheer audacity of my own subconscious.
My face was flaming.
I was literally overheating in a room with air conditioning. Who does my brain think it is? Why is it producing high-budget erotic cinema while I'm trying to sleep?
"Get it together, Jay. It was a dream. A very... vivid... wrongly correct... devastatingly hot dream."
I tried to shift, intending to roll away from the memory of those abs, but I stopped dead.
Because I couldn't move.
There was a heavy, solid weight draped across my waist, pinning me firmly to the mattress. I froze, my breath hitching in my throat as I slowly looked down.
A large, tanned, muscular arm was wrapped securely around my middle, his hand splayed across my stomach, pulling me flush against him.
My back was pressed firmly against a chest that felt like a warm marble wall. The heat radiating from him was immense, and I could feel the steady, slow thrum of his heartbeat echoing against my spine.
OH MY FUCKING LORD.
This was not the dream. This was not the golden light or the imaginary smut. This was real life, and I was currently being used as a human teddy bear by the most confusing man on the planet.
I held my breath, terrified that even a single twitch would wake him up and force me to explain why I was probably vibrating with sheer panic.
But then, he shifted.
He didn't let go. Instead, he nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck, his nose brushing against my skin, his breath warm and steady against my collarbone. He let out a soft, contented hum in his sleep—a sound so sweet and intimate that it felt like a knife to my heart.
He was cuddling me.
MARK KEIFER WATSON WAS CUDDLING ME.
My brain officially exited the building. There was no more logic. No more "fake marriage" boundaries.
There was only the feeling of his hard body against my soft curves and the realization that the dream had been a warning.
Because while the dream was hot, this? This was dangerously, terrifyingly sweet.
And I was absolutely, 100% screwed.
HELL JAY JAY!!!! WHAT DID YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO!!!!ARGGGHHH.....
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Hey Readerssss
How are you all!!!?? I know it's been a long time since I posted and I'm sorry for it but let's move ahead shall we!!! I read everyone's texts and I just want to thank you all for supporting me and for the wishes and also an update that I will start posting from now on I'll try my best to post chapters on both the books it will be slow like one chapter a day in both books because I'm still recovering and i really really hope to see all of your comments under the chapter and a short announcement too after I finish these two books I will be posting a new book with a very brand new concept of our beloved JAYFER!!!!!! So stay tuned for that....
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