Sokeefe Coffee AU

Chapter 13- Confessions

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The party wound down, the laughter and chatter giving way to yawns and stretching limbs. The warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the chill outside, and the thought of climbing into bed was more appealing than any dare. They said their goodnights, and the friends dispersed, heading to their respective rooms.

Sophie lay in bed, her mind racing with the events of the night. Keefe's painting, the way his eyes had searched hers, and the way Fitz had looked at her when Keefe had claimed her as his friend. It was all too much to process, and sleep remained elusive. She tossed and turned, the cool fabric of her pajamas feeling like a prison against her overheated skin.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she slipped out of bed and reached for the comfort of Keefe's jacket. It still smelled faintly of him, a mix of pine and something that was uniquely Keefe. She pulled it on, feeling its warmth envelop her, and tiptoed out of her room, the floorboards creaking gently beneath her.

The house was quiet, the only sound the distant ticking of a clock. She padded down the stairs, her feet silent on the plush carpet. The light from the moon spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. She made her way to the kitchen, the cool air from the open fridge a welcome relief against her flushed skin.

As she reached for the coffee grounds, she heard it—the soft tread of footsteps. She froze, her hand hovering in the air. The sound grew closer, and she felt a thrill of anticipation mingled with nerves. Then, there he was, Keefe, looking just as rumpled and sleepy as she felt. He stopped when he saw her, his eyes widening slightly.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine.

Sophie nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Neither could I," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Keefe took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "Want some company?" he offered, his voice gentle.

Sophie nodded, the words unspoken between them. They both knew what they needed—fresh air, space to think, and maybe a little clarity. They slipped out of the house into the crisp night, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the warmth they'd left behind. The stars were out in full force, twinkling like a million tiny diamonds scattered across the velvet sky.

"Your place is huge," Keefe said, his voice filled with wonder as they strolled down the moonlit path that led to the garden.

"Yeah," Sophie agreed, feeling the tension between them thicken. "I've always like how even though it big it always been cozy."

Keefe chuckled, his eyes glancing at the oversized jacket she wore. "It looks better on you than it ever did on me," he said, his voice teasing. "Maybe I should just let you keep it."

Sophie rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Very funny," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But seriously, why are you out here?"

Keefe shrugged, his eyes on the stars. "Couldn't sleep either," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I had some...things on my mind."

They sat down on the bench swing, the chains squeaking gently as they began to move. The night air was cool, but the warmth from the jacket and the closeness of Keefe's presence made it feel like the perfect temperature. They swung in silence for a few moments, the gentle sway of the swing and the rustling of leaves the only sounds in the quiet night.

"You know, I've never painted anything like that before," Keefe said, breaking the silence. "It just felt right."

Sophie looked at him, her eyes searching his. "Why me?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

Keefe's smile was sad, his gaze never leaving hers. "Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he said, simply like it was a fact. "And I wanted to capture that, just for myself and you of course."

Sophie's heart skipped a beat, her throat tightening. "Keefe," she started, but he held up a hand, stopping her.

"Let me finish," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers in the moonlight. "You remind of a star Sophie. Whenever you're around, everything else fades away. And when you're not, all I can do is think about when I'll see you again. Everything about you is perfect from your eyes to your boring ass coffee order. Before I met you I didn't even think it was possible to want to be with someone so much. Not even just wanting to like date you or anything, just being in your presence makes everything in life a bit better."

Sophie felt her heart swell in her chest, the words she'd been longing to hear echoing in her mind. "Keefe," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've never felt this way about anyone either. You make me feel safe and comfortable, in a way that I haven't felt with anyone before. When I'm with you at school you manage to make the dorms feel like home. You always manage to take care of me whether I got wasted or I'm just down . You make me feel seen in a way that nobody has ever seen me before."

Keefe's eyes searched hers, his thumb brushing against her cheek as if he was afraid she might vanish. "I know it's weird," he said, his voice tight. "But I think...I think I might love you, Foster."

Sophie's breath hitched, the words she'd been longing to hear finally out in the open. She leaned closer, her heart racing. "Keefe," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I know that I love you."

Without another word, Keefe closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was as if the universe had stopped spinning, as if time had frozen in that moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the gentle sway of the swing and the warmth of each other's breath.

Keefe looked down into Sophie's eyes as if he were trying to read her, "I knew you couldn't resist me and my hair."

" Your ridiculous, who fessed up first?" Sophie scarcastic lay turned on her heel and started to walk off.

Keefe gripped her arm from behind and pulled her up close to him. He whispered in a low voice from behind her " Come on,  you know I love you."

Sophie pulled back and walked over to the swing where he and Keefe lounged ."I know."

"By the way I said that I thought I loved you so that if you don't love me back I could just cover it up." Keefe mumbled into the crook of her neck.

"You're an idiot." she sighed, yet she couldn't ignore a familiar feeling in her stomach.

"Remember that you love this idiot." Keefe said in slight disbelief as though he still couldn't believe it. Sophie just nodded.

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