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HII IM MIA AND I WROTE THIS! RINAS VERSION IS AFT THIS

Keefe had just gotten home from a long day of chaos—nothing new—and all he wanted was to relax on the couch, eat some snacks, and drown out the noise of his own thoughts.

As soon as he walked into the living room, though, he froze.

Sophie was sitting on the couch, looking way too comfortable in his favorite hoodie.

Not her hoodie.

His.

The very hoodie he always wore when he wanted to feel like a normal, cozy person. The one that fit him perfectly.

And Sophie was wearing it.

He narrowed his eyes. “Hey.”

Sophie didn’t even look up from the book in her hands. “Hey, Keefe.”

“Why are you wearing my hoodie?”

She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a lazy grin. “Oh, this? I found it in the laundry room. It was calling my name.”

Keefe crossed his arms, eyebrow raised. “Is that so? Are you telling me you stole my hoodie?”

Her grin widened. “You could say that. I mean, it’s way too big on me, but I kind of like it. It smells like you.”

Keefe’s heart gave a weird little flip at that. “Oh, does it now?”

Sophie shrugged, completely unaware of how his mind was racing. “Yep. And you know, it’s way too soft to give up. So, I figured I’d just—”

She cut herself off when she saw the look on his face.

Keefe took a slow step forward, hands on his hips, smirking. “You realize, Foster, that you’re basically wearing my soul right now, right?”

Sophie laughed, but it wasn’t the carefree kind of laugh he expected. It was more like the awkward, I might be in trouble kind of laugh. “Uh, I didn’t think of it like that.”

“Oh, you should have,” he said, dropping onto the couch next to her. “Because now that you’ve stolen it, you’ll never be able to give it back.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Keefe, it’s just a hoodie. You’re being dramatic.”

He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. “Oh, I’m being dramatic, am I?”

She didn’t have time to answer before he tugged her closer, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap.

“Keefe!” she squeaked, but it only made him smirk wider.

“Now, you definitely can’t have it back,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “I’m not letting you go anywhere with my hoodie.”

She blinked up at him, face slightly flushed, and for a second, Keefe wasn’t sure if it was because of the situation or something else.

“You’re not really mad, are you?” she asked, voice soft.

Keefe shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Then why are you acting mad?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

Keefe paused, thinking for a moment before answering honestly. “Because it’s you, and I like it when you’re close.”

Her eyes softened, and he felt the air between them shift, the playful energy suddenly giving way to something warmer, softer.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss. “But I’m not giving this hoodie up without a fight.”

Sophie let out a soft laugh, brushing her fingers through his hair. “Guess I’ll just have to steal it again, then.”

Keefe grinned, heart beating a little faster. “You can try, but you won’t get very far.”

And he was right.

Because as long as she kept stealing his hoodies, he was never letting her go.