𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐜 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

THANK YOU FOR 500K READS - Bonus Sokeefe Chapter

THANK YOU FOR HALF A MILLION READS🥳🎉🎊

Omg u guys

I LOVE U WHAT

I never expected my story to get this BIG omgggg

Honestly writing this story (however long ago that was) was one of my greatest joys and it was just so much fun. As I've grown up, I've slowly grown out of my KOTLC phase (although i still love Keefe😉) and I've moved on to writing different things and found new interests

HOWEVER...

KOTLC will always, and I mean always, have my heart. I love it. Truly. Till the ends of the Earth, and there's nothing I'd rather do than write this right for all of you.

Thank you. Thank you SO MUCH. you have no idea of the gift you've given me, the confidence, the happiness, the excitement you've given me, just by reading this story. I love reading all your guy's comments, seeing how much you've enjoyed about the story and seeing you guys get so passionate about it.

It just makes me so happy!

There will never be enough gratitude, enough words, enough thank yous, to properly express how happy I'm feeling right now.

But I did write a little Sokeefe one-shot, so maybe that will do the trick. 

So with no further adieu, let's get on with the Sokeefe!! (AHHHHHH)

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Sophie POV:

I leaned against my white bed headboard, breathing in a soft sigh of contentment.

I gently ran my hands through Keefe's soft blond hair and took in his sleeping form. His head was on my lap, his body sprawled out on top of my bed, the silky cream sheets ruffled underneath him. I glanced over at my dresser, and the red rose was lying on top of the stack of books I hadn't read yet.

***

I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim me. Even though the members of the Neverseen were either dead or behind bars, their faces still haunted me. The memories lingered like cold fog on a glass window. Whenever I closed my eyes, I tasted the sticky-sweet sedative in my mouth and felt the rawness of my bound wrists with my dry fingers.

I just wanted it all to go away.

***

His ice-blue eyes were closed, his breathing soft and slow. I looked outside; the moonlight illuminated my room and spilled through my sheer, white curtains. The stars were even brighter now than before.

Or maybe... they were just brighter because he was here.

***

When I heard the text notification on my Imparter, I knew it was him without checking. Whenever I can't sleep, he can't either. It's just... Something we've noticed.

We're connected in that way. Somehow.

I got out of my bed, quickly brushing out the knots in my tangled hair and blowing out a long puff of air. I went downstairs in my slippers, a loose tee, and a pair of cotton shorts. I knew I must have looked awful, but I also knew that didn't matter.

Keefe didn't care what I looked like. He just cared about me.

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I ran my fingers over his cheek. His eyelids fluttered softly, and I smiled to myself. How did I get so lucky? How did I end up with someone as beautiful and perfect as him? He understood me, deep down to the core of myself. He knew parts of me that even I didn't. He loved me, regardless of whether my choices were good or bad.

***

The living room was dark and silent. I opened the front door. He was holding nothing but a single flower, his head tilted down, his hair shadowing his pained eyes. And when he held out the rose to me, I could see his hands were trembling.

The rose was a deep, dark red, the color of love and old blood.

"Keefe," I whispered gently, reaching for his shaking hand.

I pulled him into my arms, wrapping my hands around his back. And when his shoulders shook and I felt tears stain my shirt, I only held him tighter.

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His eyelids fluttered again, and I could feel him waking up. I smiled softly as his blue eyes opened to me. They were still bloodshot from crying.

"Hey," he whispered.

I brushed the hair from his eyes. "Hi."

He took a shaky, deep breath in and adjusted his position on my lap so that he was looking up at the ceiling. I reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Keefe sighed, "Sorry, Foster."

"For what?"

"For keeping you up. And for being so..."

I shook my head. "I was already awake. You know that."

He dropped my hand and then sat up, putting his head in his hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I shouldn't be so... Emotional."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to be anything for me, Keefe. You don't have to be happy for me. With me, you can just be you. Whatever that is, and whatever that will be." I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I don't love you for anything, Keefe. I love you because you're you. And that's enough."

I could see his eyes fill with tears again. He blinked them back.

"How did I get so lucky?" He didn't meet my eyes.

"Believe me," I leaned in, mere inches from his lips. "I'm the lucky one."

He closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around my waist.

His kiss tasted like salty tears and love.