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A/N: this was short but sweet!!

Keefe deepened the kiss, his lips moving with a fervent intensity that sent shivers racing down her spine. His hands roamed up her back, steady yet electrifying, as if he were memorizing every detail of her. Sophie's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer still, her breath hitching against his mouth.

Time seemed to blur, the world around them fading into nothingness. It was just them—heat, urgency, and the undeniable connection they'd always shared. Keefe's lips left hers for a moment, trailing soft, feather-light kisses along her jawline and down her neck, making her head fall back against his shoulder as a gasp escaped her.

"Foster," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "You're incredible."

She tugged him back to her, her lips finding his again in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a confession. Every emotion they'd been holding back poured into the moment—their laughter, their banter, their arguments, and all the unspoken words that had hung between them for far too long.

Sophie's heart raced as Keefe pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his ice-blue eyes searching hers. "You feel that too, right? Tell me it's not just me."

She smiled, breathless but certain. "It's not just you."

That was all he needed to hear. With a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, he kissed her again, slow but no less passionate, as if savoring every second.

In that moment, there was no Neverseen, no Black Swan, no war—just Sophie and Keefe, tangled in each other's arms, where they both knew they belonged.