Still Stuck Out in the Same Old Storm ~ sokeefe story

Chapter 21

Sophie:

Dex wasn't wrong when he said the sexual tension in the room was suffocating.

How did he get even hotter in a space of a week?

I fiddle with my promise ring nervously. My heart soars when I realize he's wearing his. I can fix this.

"Keefe. I'm sorry."

I force myself to look at him square in the eyes.

"I lost my temper. I wanted to protect you but I wasn't thinking. And then I started saying things about your dad and mom and I was so stupid and tactless. I hate myself for hurting you. I hate that I was too scared to come and apologise and to be there when you triggered your abilities. I...."
My eyes fill with tears without my permission.

He closes the space between us putting a comforting arm around me.

He doesn't say anything though.

*******🚨Keefe's P.O.V🚨*******

I put a tentative arm around Foster, trying to comfort her.

She leans into it. I mean it as a comforting hug, mostly, but her hair is tumbling across one eye so I push it back, and all self control is gone out the window when she looks up to me with those beautiful brown eyes. Before I know it, both my hands are cupping her cheeks, my heart flutters, it feels good.

Foster's eyes are now steady on mine, her lips curve into a small, questioning smile, and before I can overthink it, I kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm against mine. My heart starts going at one hundred miles per hour when she slides her hand up my chest and around the back of my neck.

She pulls away slightly, her face only inches from mine.

"Does this mean you forgive me?"

"Foster." Her eyes search into mine.

"Yes. Yes it does Soph."

She pushes me down on the bed, pressing her lips and body against mine, biting my bottom lip. It sends electricity through my whole body, warming me from my head down to my toes.

I pull her closer, kissing her lips and the skin between her collarbone.

I was going to try and stay mad for a little bit, but I couldn't. I can't say I regret it either. You know what they say, make up and make out.

This was actually going a lot better than I expected.

"Keefe! I brought some mallowmelt!" Elwin shouts excitingly bursting through my door.

"HELP US ALL! TEENS MAKING OUT ON A BED!" He screams.

We jump away from each other. The tension bouncing between us.

"Sorry....I uh...got a fright." Elwin says, regaining his composure.

"It's uh...fine." I reply hoarsely.

"Yeah. Sorry Elwin." Foster says, her face was fire engine red.

"So you guys made up?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Yep." I say, smiling at Foster.

She returns the smile, blushing slightly.

"Well," Elwin clears his throat "I'll leave you to it."

He got out quickly.

I lie back on the bed.

"Are we good babe?"

I smirk at the nickname. "Always Foster."

She lies on top of me, with her face on my chest, she wraps her arms around me.

I stroke her hair softly.

We talk for hours. And when we eventually run out of things to say, it doesn't take long for Foster to fall asleep.

I'm smiling like an idiot. I'm happy, I can't help it.

But I like being happy. It annoys negative people.

Like Tam.