Chapter 14

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Sophie's P.O.V

Dex left after about an hour. I turn to Keefe when he's gone.

"Do you wanna talk?" I ask carefully.

"Honestly, I don't think there's much to say." I regret bringing it up when the worried crinkle between his eyebrows appears.

I reach out to smooth it. Mostly because I hate seeing him upset and a small bit because I want an excuse to touch him.

My heart flutters as he flashes me a loving smile. I can't help but blush.

I get a surge of confidence and slowly move my finger from there to the side of his face until finally I cup his cheek with my hand. His eyes are looking into mine, they're sparkling at my touch but I can see the sadness that's there.

"Foster?" He's looking into my eyes intensely, almost like he's searching for something.

"Mhm hmm." I can't stop looking at his face, trying to memorize every detail. His freckles, so light you can't notice them unless you really look. His eyelashes, long enough to make any girl jealous. I always found something new and beautiful when I looked at him.

"Kiss me."

I decide to tease him a little.
"Like this?" I give him a quick peck on the cheek.

He blushes slightly. "No."

"Like this?" I brush my lips against his temple.

"Noo." He whines.

"Like this?" I kiss his neck softly and he shivers.

"Nope, but I don't mind it." He blushes again.

"Why don't you show me then?" I laugh.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah, I do."

He smiles softly and presses his lips against mine. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

He pulls away after a few minutes. "Keefe." I whine.

He just laughs, pulling me onto his lap. I lean back against his chest.

"I love you." I whisper

"Me too."

"What?"

"Love me too."

"Rude."

"Love you Foster."

"That's more like it."

}----🚨----- Keefe's P.O.V -----🚨----{

Foster and I are cuddling and I'm trying to ignore the fact that tomorrow I'll be questioned and my dad could be arrested. I'm not even sure that's what I want. I'm not sure I can do it. Isn't us not speaking to each other punishment enough?

"KIDS! SNACK." Edaline shouts, making us both jump.

Foster groans. "Just when we started to cuddle."

"We can do it later." I reply with a laugh.

"Fine." She pouts.

And much to Grady's dislike.
We walk in holding hands.

Edaline puts a plate of butterblasts on the table, my favourite.

"Thanks Edaline." I can't help but get excited at the sight of them.

Edaline smiles softly at me.

Grady is reading some scrolls but I see a small smile appear on his face. "You ok boy?"

I freeze. "Yeah I'm fine." But my voice is a pitch higher and it sounds like I don't even believe himself. I don't believe myself.

I see Foster give Grady a look and he looks at me guiltily.

Foster squeezes my hand and I smile at her gratefully.

"Do you want to bring the plate outside?" Edaline says, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Yeah," Foster replies quickly "thanks mom."

She picks up the plate, letting go of my hand. I immediately want her to hold it again.

"C'mon Keefe."

"Yep." I thank Edaline and give Grady an slightly awkward nod as I follow Foster back outside.

When we're back outside and I take a few deep breaths, why did that effect me so much? Was it just the fact that he was speaking to me directly?

"I'm sorry foster."

"You don't need to be sorry Keefe."

I sigh "I do though. He was trying and I just froze. How am I going to answer the council tomorrow if I can't even answer Grady when he asks if I'm ok?"

"Keefe. It's still raw. In case you've forgotten it only happened a couple of hours ago! No one expects you to be ok. You don't have to be ok. What happened was awful and you're naturally going to be hurting"

I can't move for a minute, probably because she's right. But....I don't know how to be not ok. But I also don't know how to tell her that. So I don't.

And as we sit down by Callas and dig in to the butterblasts I'm filled with regret. Because I don't know if I've missed my opportunity to learn how.

But Foster knows me too well.

"Talk to me Keefe."

I take a deep breath and I do.

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