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ITS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! SOKEEFE PROPOSAL!

The playful gleam in Sophie's eyes was impossible to miss as she turned to Keefe, mischief dancing across her expression.

"Keefe, do you want to play a game?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

Keefe arched a brow, intrigued but already grinning. "Okay, Foster, hit me! But if this is another one of your mind tricks, I demand a redo."

Sophie smirked, shaking her head. "No tricks this time. Just trust me."

Something about the way she said it sent a thrill down Keefe's spine, but he was never one to back down from a challenge—especially not from Sophie. He watched as she darted off, her laughter trailing behind her, leaving him with only the sound of his own curiosity mounting.

Moments later, she returned, holding a soft blindfold and a pair of pretend handcuffs. Keefe's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in amused suspicion. "Oh-ho, what exactly are we playing, Foster?"

"You'll see." Her smirk deepened as she stepped behind him, her fingers grazing his skin as she tied the blindfold over his eyes. The sudden loss of sight heightened his other senses—the warmth of her body so close to his, the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo, the quiet hitch in her breath as she fastened the cuffs around his wrists.

Keefe's heart pounded, the thrill of anticipation surging through him. "You sure you're prepared for the consequences of this game?" he teased, tilting his head as if he could see her through the darkness.

Sophie ignored his warning, stepping closer until their bodies were just a breath apart. Her hands ghosted over the collar of his shirt, her fingertips tracing the fabric as if she were memorizing every detail. Keefe shivered under her touch, his lips parting slightly in expectation. And then, just when he thought she was going to kiss him, she leaned in—close enough that he could feel the whisper of her breath against his lips—but instead of closing the distance, she pulled back, her soft giggle breaking the silence.

Keefe groaned, his head tilting forward in frustration. "You're evil, Foster," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

She laughed again, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "You look so helpless right now."

"Oh, you're gonna regret that," Keefe said, straining against the cuffs. "Sophie, get back here right now."

But she was already moving away, her laughter filling the room. "Nah, I think I like this game," she teased, circling him like a predator playing with its prey.

Keefe huffed, twisting his wrists slightly. "Sophie, get this stupid blindfold and handcuffs off of me NOW."

Sophie bit her lip, knowing she had pushed him just enough. Deciding to show mercy, she reached up, carefully undoing the blindfold. His eyes fluttered open, those striking ice-blue irises locking onto her immediately. She gently removed his handcuffs and they fell to the floor with a clang. Before she could even step back, he caught her wrist, yanking her toward him with a swift, effortless motion.

A gasp escaped her lips as her back hit the wall, and in an instant, Keefe was on her—one arm braced against the wall beside her head, his body pressing ever so slightly against hers. His other hand, now freed, found her waist, holding her in place.

"You can't play games like that with me, Sophie," he murmured, his voice low and edged with something between amusement and something much more dangerous.

Sophie's breath hitched as his lips brushed against hers—soft, teasing, just like she had done to him. But unlike her, Keefe didn't pull away. He kissed her fully, deeply, all the tension between them melting into the heat of the moment.

By the time they finally broke apart, Sophie was breathless, her cheeks flushed. Keefe smirked, running his thumb lightly across her jawline. "Still think you won the game?"

She blinked up at him, struggling to find her words. "...Maybe," she admitted.

Keefe chuckled, dropping his forehead to hers. "Nice try, Foster. But I think I just won."

A/N: btw what is dropping your forehead to someone elses?? i kinda googled how to explain that phrase and it gave me that-

*time skip to the next day*

The morning light spilled through the window, casting golden streaks across the floor and bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, dancing in the quiet sunlight. Sophie sat on the couch, her legs curled beneath her, flipping absentmindedly through a book. The house was still, save for the occasional chirp of birds outside, the atmosphere peaceful.

Keefe, on the other hand, was anything but still. He was practically vibrating with excitement, the energy crackling off him like static. The previous day's antics—the pranks, the teasing, the laughter—still lingered in his mind, filling him with the warmth of shared joy. But today was different. Today, he had a plan.

"Foster," he called, his voice light and teasing.

Sophie looked up, an amused smile tugging at her lips. "What now, Keefe?"

He grinned. "Do you want to play a game?"

Sophie raised an eyebrow, setting her book aside. "Depends. Am I going to regret it?"

"Nope. It's the easiest game in the world." He took a step closer, eyes twinkling. "All you have to do is say a couple of words."

Her intrigue deepened. "Alright. How do I play?"

Keefe's heart pounded in his chest as he dropped to one knee. Sophie's breath hitched, her eyes widening as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet ring box. The air in the room seemed to still.

"So first," Keefe said, voice softer now, "you take your first name..." He flicked open the box, revealing a beautiful silver ring with an ice-blue gemstone that matched the color of his eyes. The light caught it perfectly, making it shimmer like starlight.

"And then," he continued, his signature smirk softening into something more earnest, "you take my last name."

Sophie's hands flew to her mouth, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. For a moment, she could only stare at him, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

"Keefe," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I know I probably should've planned a big, dramatic speech." He let out a small, nervous chuckle, his usual bravado faltering just slightly. "But I figured... this is us. And I couldn't wait another second."

She didn't let him say another word. "Yes!" she exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion.

Keefe barely had time to react before Sophie launched herself into his arms, knocking him back onto the floor in a flurry of laughter and joyful sobs. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her embrace seep into every part of him.

With slightly shaking fingers, he pulled back just enough to take her left hand and slip the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, like it had always belonged there.

*guys is it right or left u put the ring on bc i honestly have no idea, ive never seen a proposal*

Sophie sniffled, looking down at it in wonder before meeting his gaze again. "This is the best way you could have proposed to me."

A slow, adoring smile spread across Keefe's face. "Really? Even better than skywriting or a dramatic speech in front of a whole crowd?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Way better."

His expression softened, his thumb brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "I love you, Sophie."

A tear slipped free, but she didn't care. "I love you too, Keefe."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, their noses brushing. And as they held each other close, the world outside faded away. It was just them, just their love, and the promise of forever.