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Sophie stretched her arms with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she blinked at the sunlight streaming through the window. Something felt… off.

Her bed was way warmer than usual.

Also, something was breathing next to her.

She turned her head and nearly jumped out of her skin.

Keefe was lying next to her, completely asleep, his head buried in her pillow, silver-blond hair a total mess. One arm was draped over her waist like it belonged there.

Sophie froze. What. The. Actual. WHAT.

Before she could shove him off the bed, Keefe let out a sleepy mumble.

“Five more minutes, Foster…”

Her brain short-circuited. He’s not even awake?!

Sophie smacked his arm. “Keefe.”

He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder. “Mmm, comfy.”

Sophie smacked him harder. “KEEFE.”

Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just blinked at her, confused. Then he looked around, realized where he was, and—

“Oh.”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “Well, this is a fun surprise.”

Sophie shoved him off the bed. He landed on the floor with a loud thump.

“Ow!” Keefe groaned. “I take it back. Not a fun surprise.”

Sophie sat up, arms crossed. “What are you even doing here?”

Keefe peeked up from the floor, grinning like an idiot. “Okay, so funny story—I was supposed to crash on your couch, but then I got so comfy, and your bed looked so inviting…”

“Keefe.”

“…and you might have sleepily told me to ‘just stay.’”

Sophie’s jaw dropped. “I did not!”

Keefe grinned. “Oh, but you did, Foster. And I’m so flattered.”

She groaned into her hands. “This is a nightmare.”

Keefe stood, stretching like he hadn’t just been thrown to the floor. “Nah, this is the best morning ever.”

Then he winked. “Want me to make breakfast? Y’know, as a thank-you for letting me cuddle you all night?”

Sophie chucked a pillow at his face.

Keefe just laughed.