Keefe's POV:
"You two are in big trouble!" Sandor squeak-growled. I was glad I was (sorta) on Gigantor's good side. His glare was scary. The seven-foot tall, gray-armored goblin warrior nudged us back to the towels, lain out in the sun. "Sit," he barked.
Sophie looked at him with her fierce glare, another one that I was glad I wasn't the enemy of.
"Sandor, it was just some time with Keefe! You know that when you do come with us, it's a snoozefest for you! Ro even leaves us alone... ish..." she trailed off. Man, I was lucky to be with her! She glanced at me for backup.
Sophie's POV:
I looked to Keefe, not sure what to say. Sandor launched into a long, boring lecture that I didn't listen to. When he finished, I glared,
"What about Grizel? How is this different?" Keefe looked like he wanted to make a snarky comment, I glared and he shut up.
"T'-that's, y-you're my charge." Sandor stammered, protesting weakly. Shaking my head I stood up,
"No, it's not different. Did I tell anyone about you and Grizel kissing last week? No, I didn't." Keefe's mouth dropped open,
"Awww, Gigantor!" I glared at Sandor,
"Go back home, I'll be there soon." I didn't move until he glittered away. Keefe stared open mouthed,
"Wow, remind me never to get on the wrong side of Foster Rage." Blushing, I swam over to him,
"Now, where were we?"
"Right about here." He pressed his lips back against mine. I tasted salt. And Butterblasts, not bad, I thought. I sucked his bottom lip, trying to get all the flavor. He laughed against my mouth.
"Do I taste good, Foster?" I shoved him playfully, he exaggerated the force, tumbling into the water. When he came up, I laughed,
"Oh, come on. I didn't shove you that hard." He held me against him for a while longer, then I spoke up, "Sandor will kill me if I'm not home soon." Keefe sighed,
"You're right. Shall I escort you home?" He said with a wink. He grabbed our towels and we dried off. I headed back inside, changed my clothes in the guest bathroom, and found my home crystal. I grasped Keefe's hand as we leaped to Havenfield. "One last kiss?" he chuckled slyly.
"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes, but unable to hide my stubborn smirk. He leaned in, all dramatic, but I just pecked him on the cheek. "Nuh-uh, not while Grady's here!" I protested.
Keefe's POV:
Foster and I got to Havenfield. She pecked me on the cheek instead of a real kiss goodbye. Oof. I shrugged as she got to the entrance at Havenfield.
"Do you still have the picture?" I inquired hopefully. Soph nodded. I reached for her bag and tried to take it out.
"Keefe! I want to keep it!" I ignored her and found a pencil too. I signed the picture.
"There. Now it's finished."
A/N Kind of a filler, but I still like it. About 500 words.
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