Sokeefe - Until She Was Ready For More

Chapter 39

Sophie slowly made her way upstairs towards her and Keefe's bedroom.

"This is awful," she whispered to herself. This would be the first time they were alone together since Candleshade. Logically, Sophie knew that it wouldn't be weird between her and Keefe unless she made it weird, but emotionally, she also knew that she wouldn't be able to act not weird.

She reached the door to the bedroom, but paused before opening it. I don't have to go in there, she thought. I can sleep on the couch downstairs.

Making up her mind, Sophie turned to go back down the stairs. As she did, the sound of the door opening startled her, causing her to make a 180 right back until she was looking straight at the opening door and the boy behind it.

"Oh... Foster... is Alora already asleep?" Keefe asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth clumsily.

"Yeah..." Sophie trailed off, looking anywhere but his face.

Keefe cleared his throat awkwardly, opening the door wider to enable Sophie to walk inside the room.

Still decidedly not looking at his face, she made her way in.

"I was just getting a glass of water. Would you like one?" Keefe asked as he moved towards the door.

"Sure."

After Keefe's footsteps had faded away, Sophie walked further into the bedroom, flopping herself onto the bed and groaning.

"So awkward," she whispered to herself as she reached up to feel the heat of her cheeks. How was she going to get through the night?

Soon Keefe came back with two glasses of water and set them on the nightstand.

"Thank you, Keefe," Sophie said, smiling timidly.

"'Course, Foster," he answered, winking, a blush also accompanying it.

Sophie watched as Keefe walked over to the closet and mostly closed the door. As he turned away to grab his pajamas, the door gravitated open, and Sophie watched through the closet's mirror as he pulled his shirt off.

Sophie took in a breath quickly. He's really, really hot, Sophie thought, color rushing to her face.

A second later, Keefe's eyes snapped to hers reflected in the mirror, most likely sensing her spike of attraction.

A slow smirk came over Keefe's face as his normal confidence seemed to flood through him. "Are you checking me out, Mysterious Miss F?"

"No!" she practically shouted, pulling the covers over her head.

Next thing Sophie knew, the cover was being pulled back and a shirtless Keefe was leaning towards her, smirking.

"Lying is not very becoming, Foster," he commented in a deep voice. Even if Keefe couldn't read emotions, Sophie thought, he would still be able to determine exactly what she was feeling.

Sophie's eyes snapped to his eyes and then quickly down to his lips. Keefe was slowly leaning closer to her, his gaze also trapped on her mouth.

"Daddy!"

Keefe sighed deeply, dropping his head so it was practically leaning on Sophie's shoulder and Sophie's heart raced. He moved after a second, standing up fully.

"I'll go check on her. I'm not sure how long it will take, but you should try to get some sleep, Foster," Keefe said, moving towards the door.

"Alright," Sophie whispered.

"Goodnight, Sophie," Keefe said, smiling tenderly and turning off the light.

"Goodnight," she responded.

***

There was no way Sophie would be able to sleep, she was sure of it.

Keefe had almost kissed her three times today, the most recent being less than twenty minutes before, and her heart was still beating faster than usual.

Sophie turned over in the sheets, slamming her eyes shut and trying to banish any thoughts of Keefe out of her mind. Just as in her previous attempts, the memory of his face moving closer to hers ambushed her consciousness after only seconds. Sophie grunted, trying again, and again failing.

After what felt like hours of trying to convince her mind to shut off and sleep, she heard footsteps in the hall. The door cracked open and light filtered in the room. Sophie was turned away from the door, but assumed it was Keefe coming in.

Sophie listened to Keefe shuffling around quietly, clearly trying not to wake her. She expected Keefe to come around to the other side of the bed, but was proven wrong when the shuffling stopped and Keefe was still not within Sophie's sight.

After a few minutes of external silence, but plenty of debate and indecision within Sophie's mind, she turned over to the side on which Keefe was lying on the floor beside her.

"You can sleep up here, if you want," Sophie whispered. Keefe sat up, taking note of her open eyes.

"Did you sleep at all?"

"No."

A pause.

"You can sleep up here," Sophie repeated quietly and Keefe searched her eyes.

"Are you sure?" he murmured. Sophie nodded.

Keefe stood and walked around the bed to go to the other side of the bed. He was still shirtless and Sophie tried not to focus on his muscular stomach. A second later, Keefe slid into the bed, facing towards Sophie.

There was a good ten inches between them and Sophie moved to close a little of the space between them. It was a little strange to have Keefe in the bed with her when she'd had her nightmare, but it was surreal with a confession between them.

Sophie's eyes locked onto Keefe's, and they stared at one another. Keefe opened his mouth to speak before closing it, then opening it once more.

"Can I..." Keefe trailed off, miming putting his arm around her.

"Yes."

A shiver went through Sophie as Keefe's arm went around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her back.

"Is this okay?" he whispered timidly and a part of Sophie—a part that was not in this special moment—-had to laugh. Keefe, being timid? She didn't think it was possible.

Sophie nodded.

"I really..." Keefe started before pausing to change the direction of his sentence. "I really like you, Sophie."

"I really like you, too," Sophie answered, her heart practically beating out of her chest as Keefe pulled her ever-so slightly closer.

It was much, much easier for Sophie to fall asleep now.