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Keefe was mid-bite into a ripplefluff pastry when Sophie suddenly turned to him with narrowed eyes and a determined pout.

"Where is it?" she demanded.

Keefe blinked, chewing slowly. "Uh... where's what, Foster?"

Sophie huffed, crossing her arms. "The hug, Keefe."

His smirk was instant. "I mean, I know I'm irresistible, but wow, Foster. No need to sound so desperate."

She groaned. "No! The supportive hug. The one you promised. Remember? After our first kiss?"

Keefe froze, pastry halfway to his mouth.

Oh. That hug.

His teasing grin faltered, replaced by something softer, something a little more careful. "Oh," he said, setting his snack down. "Yeah. Right. You're, uh... cashing that in now?"

Sophie gave him an impatient look. "Obviously."

Keefe didn't hesitate. He just opened his arms.

Sophie stepped forward instantly, pressing herself into his chest, her arms locking around his waist. Keefe wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could, his chin resting lightly on top of her head.

"See?" he murmured. "Told you I'd deliver."

Sophie sighed against his chest, her grip tightening. "You took long enough."

Keefe chuckled, rubbing slow circles on her back. "Didn't know you were keeping track."

"I always keep track," she mumbled.

Keefe pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up with his fingers, his ice-blue eyes studying her face. "Noted," he murmured. Then, just because he could, he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Sophie shivered. Keefe grinned.

"See, Foster?" he teased. "Totally worth the wait."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Shut up and keep hugging me."

Keefe laughed. "Yes, ma'am." And he held her even tighter.