Jayden Point of View.

I squeezed her hand and noticed that Daon was very engrossed in a conversation with Simon and Hoshi, so we could enjoy those few moments holding each other's hands. Even though I had been inside her many times, feeling her hold of my hand was the highest level of intimacy we had reached so far. I felt a flutter in my stomach as if a thousand butterflies were flying around. She smiled at me, and for a second, I saw that she felt the same way.

"Jayden? So, are you going to take me home?" Leeji insisted on her question, her eyes full of expectations fixed on me.

"I'll think about it," I said provocatively, and Jane abruptly let go of my hand.

"Who wants to keep dancing? You haven't danced yet, have you, Jayden?" Jane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"True!" I agreed, knowing she probably wanted to get me out of there.

"I also want to, shall we? Are you coming, Leeji?" Jessi called, but the youngest was upset and sulked.

"When I asked you to dance, you didn't want to. Now that she asked, you're going?" Leeji questioned, indignant.

I didn't pay attention and just got up from the chair, following Jane and Jessi, who were already starting to dance each in their own way. I approached Jane, and she was taking advantage of no one looking to touch me.

"You're playing with fire," I teased her, and I could see her satisfied smile.

"You know I can put it out," she whispered in my ear, driving me crazy, and Jessi seemed a bit uncomfortable with how we were dancing. A blonde woman approached Jane and Jessi, pulling them aside and asking something. I moved closer without them noticing and ended up overhearing the conversation.

"Is that guy dancing with you single?" the blonde asked excitedly.

Jane stared at her for a moment, and when Jessi was about to answer, she took the lead.

"He's gay!" Jane said, laughing.

"What?!" I shouted, exasperated.

I was indignant and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the woman, followed by Jessi.

"Jane, why did you say that?" I asked, irritated.

"Because I didn't like her!" Jane lied, and Jessi started laughing nervously while I was full of rage. I was so angry that I left to avoid spanking her right there. I walked out and went to the bathroom, washed my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. But when I finally thought it through, I ended up smiling. She said that because she was jealous. She didn't want me with anyone because she also liked me.

"It's occupied!" I shouted upon hearing a knock on the door.

The person knocked harder, and I opened the door to see Jane completely drunk, stumbling into the bathroom, making me laugh at her state.

"What are you doing here, crazy?" I asked, and she kissed me passionately, intertwining her fingers in my hair while pulling me to her. Our tongues danced in our mouths, and I couldn't resist pulling her to me while my hands roamed her perfect body.

"Don't hook up with her!" Jane pleaded with a dragged, whining voice. It was very funny to see her like that.

"Why not? You don't like me," I teased, and she stared at me, confused, visibly drunk.

"Who said that?" she asked, surprised by the statement she had made herself.

"You! You said you only loved Daon and didn't want anything with me," I reminded her, and she shook her head.

"When did I say that?" Jane asked, squinting.

"About three hours ago," I explained, and she shook her head again.

"Forget what I said! Don't hook up with her!" Jane begged.

She went back to devouring my lips, and I enjoyed all the sensations her kiss caused me. She ended up laughing. I didn't know what was going on in her head, but I was having so much fun seeing her out of control that I started laughing too.

"What is it?" I asked, confused, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Your little friend is so big that the first time we had sex, I thought, 'Wow, it looks like a corn cob!'" Jane explained, but she could barely speak and bent over, laughing so hard her eyes were tearing up. I couldn't take it and laughed so hard I almost fell to the ground with her.

"A corn cob?" I asked, almost out of breath from laughing.

"Yes!" she confirmed.

She tried to speak but couldn't stop laughing, which made me feel lighter than ever before.

"Why is that so funny?" I asked, my eyes watering from laughing so much.

"I don't know!" she shrugged.

Jane was crying from laughing so hard but couldn't stop. I hugged her and kissed her face, making her gradually stop laughing. I wiped her face, and she kissed me again.

"Don't give my corn cob to her," she pleaded, now with a sad expression, but I couldn't stop laughing at her calling my member a corn cob.

"Now it's yours?" I asked, teasing her.

"Yes. Don't stay with her. You can't stay with anyone, not with her, not with that blonde, and not with the silicone one," she demanded, counting on her fingers all my options, which didn't appeal to me either.

"Why?" I asked, trying to understand her reasoning.

"You said you're in love with me, so you can't! You have to keep that corn cob just for me!" Jane stated decisively.

She wasn't making any sense, but even so, I loved seeing her like that. I couldn't stop smiling like a fool, and at that moment, I knew she had me in her hands.

"But you don't feel anything for me," I provoked, and she pouted like a child when she's angry.

"Of course, I do! I'm just scared because you're a dog," Jane explained, and I pouted.

"My little friend looks like a corn cob, I'm a dog. What else are you going to compare me to?" I asked, pretending to be indignant, but I couldn't stop laughing.

"It could be a big cucumber if you didn't like the corn cob," she suggested, and I couldn't stop laughing and couldn't believe she needed to drink so much to tell me what she really thinks.

"So you like me?" I asked, wanting to hear the words from her mouth, even though I knew the drink was clouding her mind.

"Yes! A LOT!" she assured, and I sighed in relief.

"But you said you only love Daon?" I asked, pouting.

"I lied!" she whispered like it was a secret.

She raised a finger and put it in front of her lips in a shushing gesture, and I ended up laughing.

"So you'll stop running away from me?" I asked, hoping this meant positive changes between us.

"Of course! Right now, give me my corn cob!" she demanded, and I laughed, feeling her hand slipping inside my pants, but I pulled away.

"No! You're drunk!" I refused, and she pouted adorably.

"But I want that corn cob just for me," she whined in a baby voice, and I couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay, I'll keep your corn cob and not give it to anyone, alright?" I promised, and she smiled.

"Promise?" Jane insisted, now almost crying while clinging to my neck.

"I promise! Now let's get out of here, they must have noticed we're gone," I assured her, and she agreed, but when I opened the door, someone pushed it, and my whole body froze when I saw who it was, and a familiar voice filled the room.

"I knew it! I can't believe this!" The voice shouted.

A heavy silence settled in the bathroom, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. My heart pounded in my chest, the echoes of the familiar voice reverberating in my ears. Jane's giggles abruptly stopped as she sensed the shift in the atmosphere, her eyes widening in confusion and fear. I felt a chill run down my spine, every nerve ending on high alert. The weight of the moment pressed down on us, the reality of our situation sinking in. I turned slowly, my mind racing with possibilities, trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening.

The door remained ajar, and through the narrow opening, I could see a shadowy figure standing there, the outline barely visible in the dim light. The voice, so familiar yet unexpected, held a mix of disbelief and anger, making my stomach churn with anxiety. Jane clung to me, her earlier bravado fading as she looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and tried to think of something to say, anything to defuse the situation. But the words wouldn't come, and the silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive.

The figure at the door took a step forward, and I could feel the intensity of their gaze piercing through me. Every second felt like an eternity, the suspense building as we waited for them to speak again, to break the unbearable tension hanging in the air.