I trudged down the stairs, still thinking about Fitz. I glimpse a familiar looking blond haired boy turn towards me. My breath catches. I was shocked.
"Keefe?? What are you doing here?" I asked, confused.
"Nice to know you missed me Foster." He smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. In fact, for the first time I'd know him, he looked nervous.
I blushed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
His eyes gazed into mine. He was unusually silent.
"So...what's up?" I asked.
"Sophie.... look. This isn't easy for me but... I've been wanting to..." He trailed off.
"Yes, Keefe?"
"To tell you that I.... I..."
My heart sunk. What was he trying to say? "Keefe. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Sophie, I know you're with Fitz."
"And?"
"Well..." He shook his head, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry, I can't." He brushed past me, heading toward the door.
"Wait! Keefe! No!" I grabbed his hand, pulling his closer. His eyes stared at where I was touching him. I blushed but didn't let go. A spark of uncertainty and clarity. His eyes met mine. I stepped closer. What was I doing? I was with Fitz!!! But somehow, I couldn't pull myself away from him. His ice blue eyes stared me down. I would feel my entire body blushing. I wouldn't.... I shouldn't! I stared into his eyes. Before, I knew what was happening, he leaned forward, and kissed me, butterfly soft against mine. He kissed me long and hard, like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop. And what surprised me the most.... was that... I didn't pull away. I kissed him more passionately that I had ever kissed anyone before. I clutched his shoulder, nails gripping his shirt. I went up for air, and then he touched his luscious lips to mine. A love sweet and soft. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, a wave of ice blue crashed into me. I gasped, the first to pull way, the reality sinking in. I backed away from Keefe.
"Sophie... I'm sorry." He pleaded.
I shook my head. My heart pounded, and I sprinted toward my room, a last glimpse at a heartbroken Keefe. I slammed the door to my room, ignoring Sandor's and the rest of my bodyguards concerned faces. I had kissed Keefe. Why? Why did I kiss him?
I loved Fitz. But yet, at the same time, I loved Keefe. What had I done?
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Keeper of the Lost Citites: A Sophitz and Sokeefe Love Triangle
FanfictionFitz stops by Sophie's house, needing to tell her something. But will his visit turn into something more? After all, one kiss is all it takes.
