keeper of the lost cities one-shot collection

⁎⁕«Irresistible»⁎⁕ ⁎⁕«Beautiful»⁎⁕ 2 in 1

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What happened to your hair?" Sophie asked, staring at Keefe's unusually flat hair. "Did your dad finally get to you?"

"Very funny." Keefe grumbled as Sophie giggled. "No, this wasn't anyone's doing. I had to shower–"

"Your hair looks like this after you shower?" Sophie interrupted. She hated interrupting him, but he looked so dang good, she couldn't help it.

"You're going to make me keep it, aren't you?" Keefe guessed, sounding anything but pleased. Although Sophie could hear a hint of amusement in his tone.

She reached up and flattened it even more. "It's cute!" she said, a small squeak hitching her voice. She hoped he couldn't feel how much more than 'cute' she thought it was.

She gave him puppy eyes when he still looked unsure.

"FINE," he said through a sigh. "I'll keep it. But just this once." his eyes locked with hers before he added, "For you."

Sophie strangled him with a hug, making him lose his balance and fall back onto the bed.

"You really do know how to take my breath away," he said, letting out a strangled grunt. Sophie laughed, moving off of him, letting him breathe.

"Sorry,"

"You're good Foster," He kissed her softly before adding, "As always."

Her heart fluttered.

Keefe smirked. "Even after two years you still can't resist me, can you?"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to resist you." Sophie told him, grinning.

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"Beautiful" - SOPHIE'S POV

Sophie played with the ruffles on her long and exaggeratedly fancy ice blue dress.

She'd never really liked dresses, but for some strange reason this one felt special to her, like it was made for her specifically.

She tugged out an itchy eyelash, nervous about how people would react, and toying with the idea of lip gloss.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her worry.

A familiar blond boy peeked his head in. "Foster, you..."

His eyes widened and his jaw fell open in awe.

"Does it look bad?" she asked, a squeak hitching her voice. She reached up and toyed with the necklace around her neck.

"No," Keefe said, walking over to her, eyes still huge and mouth still unhinged. "You look... absolutely gorgeous."

He grabbed one of her hands and twirled her around, making her giggle.

"I mean, you look good too," she said, a small smile curling her lips.

He stepped back, trailing fingers over his slicked back hair style. Keefe's hair was usually artfully mussed, and he seemed displeased with how perfectly glued into place it was. It was different from his usual style.

"I look a little too much like my dad – which I'm not a fan of, by the way," he muttered.

Sophie stepped toward him. She placed a hand over one side of his chest as she leaned up and kissed him softly. "You are so much better."

He pulled her back in, kissing her again just longer this time.

She felt like she was floating as she wrapped both her arms around his neck and let his hands cover either side of her waist.

The way his parted lips move against hers was so new and exciting. It made her want the moment to last forever.

But of course, he pulled away.

"Remind me to do that more often," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

It was only their second time, yet it seemed it would only get better.

He seemed to really enjoy it as well – which probably meant she was a good kisser.

She smiled. "You don't have to tell me twice! I think I'll be pestering you about it all the time now that we're dating."

Keefe leaned back. "So..." he murmured, eyes wandering her face like they couldn't decide where to focus. "Am I allowed to call you my girlfriend? Or are you going to deny us like you did with Fitz?"

Sophie laughed. "You can. But only if I can call you my boyfriend."

"Deal," Keefe whispered, kissing her one last time before moving away.

He offered his arm to her. "Ready?"

She smiled, taking his arm. But before he could pull her away, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. He smirked, looking more attractive than he ever had. 

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