Sophie lay in the bed, mulling over her thoughts.
She was confused, wondering why Keefe had saved her when he was part of the Neverseen.
Just three weeks ago he had begged her to forget him, erase him from her memory and act like he'd never existed.
She sighed, closing her eyes just when the door opened.
She didn't look to see who it was, knowing that it was probably Biana or Edaline.
"I'm fine, Edaline," she said through another sigh.
"Last I checked, I wasn't your mother," a voice said.
Sophie's eyes jerked open to see the familiar mop of messy blonde hair and blue eyes standing over her.
"Yo - You're not Edaline."
Keefe smiled sadly, sitting on her bed.
"I know, Foster."
She tilted her head, her soft brown eyes searching his pain filled blue ones.
"K-Keefe? I - I,"
He smiled, his eyes showing impossible tenderness and adoration.
"I love you too, Sophie."
Her eyes widened, and the boy above her leaned over her.
"I think you're forgetting that I'm an Empath, Sophie."
It felt so weird when he used her first name.
His gentle, hesitant fingers brushed across her face, almost as if he was afraid he would hurt her by touching her.
She slowly reached up to cup his cheek.
Before her hand could touch his face though, he grasped her shaky fingers, holding on like it was a lifeline.
Perhaps she was.
He looked into her soft, almost hazel brown eyes and pushed a strand of her hair away from her face.
"Why did you save me?" She whispered.
Keefe smiled gently.
"Isn't it obvious? I just told you the answer, Foster."
She bit her lip, looking at him.
"What's going to happen to you when they find out?"
"So worried about me are we?"
He smirked, and Sophie soaked in the familiar sight.
She closed her eyes, only to open then again as she felt Keefe's entire body over her.
He looked down at her with an emotion she couldn't place, and her heart beat faster as he reached forward to cup her cheek.
Sophie looked away, blushing, before her eyes looked at his again.
"I love you," she whispered. "I just... I wish I could have told you sooner.
Keefe smiled.
"No matter. I've been delaying it myself. And you've told me now, right?"
Sophie shrugged.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?"
Her gaze snapped back towards him, surprised at how straightforward his question was.
Keefe tilted his head.
"I'll take that as a yes."
She felt like she was on fire when he placed his lips on hers, gently.
But as quickly as the kiss started, he pulled away.
"Do you really love me, Sophie?"
She gazed up into his kind eyes.
"Why would I say it if I didn't?"
Keefe's eyes brightened, his mouth turning up in an adorable grin.
"Well...then."
Keefe kissed her again, and Sophie closed her eyes on instinct and reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair.
"I love you," he said when they finally pulled away.
Sophie smiled, deciding to tease him though he could probably guess exactly what she was saying.
"Yo también te amo."
(It means I love you too in Spanish.)
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