Forbidden Cities

Oblivious

Ok, I know Keefe hasn't used his voice, but for the sake of all the cute moments I can think of, let's just say Sophie convinces him to say a few words, and he's getting more comfortable as time goes on. Ok happy reading!

"Hey, Foster?" Keefe calls from the bedroom. 

"Yeah?" Sophie responds from her comfortable spot on the couch. 

"Have you seen my hoodie?" He walks out of the bedroom, completely shirtless. Sophie's cheeks warm at the sight, and everything in her head is screaming to look away and keep staring at the same time. She tries not to examine his muscles. She tries not to examine his low-hanging gray sweatpants. She tries not to examine the little beads of water on his skin from the shower he just got out of. 

Sophie practically chokes, "Uh, n-no. I haven't seen your hoodie." 

Keefe raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on her red as a tomato face. "I'll check the bedroom again." 

As soon as he's out of the room, Sophie covers her mouth with her hand to stop a squeal. Who the heck gave him permission to look like that? 

She was so distracted Keefe she didn't even notice the knee length oversized hoodie she's wearing. The hoodie Keefe is looking for right now. 

"Are you sure you don't know where my hoodie is?" 

"Yes..."

"You're wearing it, aren't you?" 

Sophie lets a giggle slip out, and Keefe walks out of the bedroom with his arms crossed. "You have plenty of your own hoodies, Foster!" 

Sophie gets up, letting the bottom of the hoodie extend to the top of her knees, "Yours are better!" 

Keefe flashes a smirk. In a few strides, he's in front of of her. Sophie tries to look anywhere but his shirtless chest. "Why, because it smells like me?" 

Her cheeks go nuclear, because even though she won't admit it, that is one of the reasons she takes his hoodies. They always smell like salty ocean water, with a hint of vanilla. Keefe's scent is like a drug, because once you get some, you never have enough. Or maybe that's just Keefe. 

"No! Because it has... bigger pockets." Sophie says, looking down at her feet. She can practically see Keefe's mouth turn up into a smug smirk. "Ah, yes. My mistake."

"They do! They have big pockets, way bigger than mine and it's super nice because-" 

"Hey, hey. Foster, I got it." Keefe's voice is unbearably sweet and soft. It makes her snuggle even farther into her-Keefe's hoodie. 

Keefe gently takes her hands, making Sophie look up at him. "Keep the hoodie. I have others, and you can take those too for all I care. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." 

Sophie blinks rapidly, trying to comprehend what he's saying, but given how close his face is to hers it's a little hard to concentrate. Just a little farther and their noses would be touching.

 Keefe's statement doesn't sound like something just a friend would say, and his gaze adds to that. "Are you flirting with me?" 

"Finally, you noticed." Keefe says, a mocking tone in his voice. That makes this even more confusing. Is he flirting with her just for kicks, or because he actually likes her? Or is he not flirting at all, and she just made the biggest fool of herself?

Keefe squeezes her hand slightly, "I think what you're feeling is confusion. I'm not sure, it's hard to tell nowadays."

Sophie stares at their linked hands. What is happening?

"Oh yeah, definitely confusion." Keefe says with a small smile. It almost looks... nervous. 

Sophie shakes her head rapidly, backing away until her thighs hit the edge of the couch. She needs space between them, because this is too confusing. She manages to squeak out something about needing space before rushing into the bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Sophie takes a few steadying deep breaths and sinks to the ground, back to the door. She buries her hands in her hair, staring at the ground. 

She thinks about what Keefe must be doing behind the door. Is he laughing because she's taking this so seriously? Is he thinking about what a freak she is? Or is he doing the same thing she is? 

Sweet, sweet Keefe. One of the most supportive, caring, sweet, and funny people she knows. He would honestly be... an amazing boyfriend. When she drifted off in Keefe's arms last night, it felt like everything fell into place. Sophie could definitely get used to that feeling.

Slowly, she opens the door, revealing Keefe crumpled on the couch. His hands are in his hair, and he's staring at the ground like it might break underneath him any second. He looks so scared she wants to sit next to him and break with him. 

"Keefe?" Sophie says softly, but Keefe's head snaps up like she screamed. 

"Sophie." He smiles, and it is so tight and fake she hates that she's the cause of it. "I'm so, so, sorry. I didn't mean to make you-" 

Sophie cuts him off, "You didn't do anything, Keefe." 

"Okay," Keefe starts slowly, "Then why-"

"Do you want to go to dinner with me?" Sophie blurts out. "I'm sure there's a ton of places to eat here, and we have enough money, don't we?" 

Keefe stares at her, confused. "Why don't we just order room service like we did this morning?" 

Sophie clears her throat, trying her best to stay composed. Keefe's eyes widen, and his mouth falls open slightly. "You mean..."

"Yes. I mean... that. I think." Keefe's relieved smile is the cutest thing ever, but he still looks confused. Sophie is right there with him. She needs a dinner to figure out how she feels, and maybe... 

She shakes her head before she can overthink any more. 

Sophie? Coming to her senses without Ro's help? REALLY??