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Keefe had just stepped into the living room, his mind already halfway to another adventure when his eyes landed on Sophie.

And.

She.

Was.

Wearing.

His.

Hoodie.

It wasn’t just any hoodie—it was the one he always wore when he needed to be cozy. The one that had a faded print of his favorite band and just the right amount of perfectly worn-out fabric.

And now, it was wrapped around Sophie.

He stopped dead in his tracks, blinking at her, his entire brain short-circuiting.

Sophie, completely oblivious to the fact that Keefe was about to die on the inside, was sitting on the couch, legs tucked under her, completely absorbed in a book.

Keefe couldn’t stop staring.

Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and the hoodie swallowed her frame in the most perfect, comfortable way. She looked relaxed, at ease, but also completely effortlessly stunning.

And damn it, Keefe was so done with being able to think clearly around her.

“Are you going to stand there staring forever, or are you gonna come sit with me?” Sophie asked, finally glancing up from her book.

Keefe barely managed to shake himself out of his stupor. He cleared his throat. “Uh—what are you doing wearing my hoodie, Foster?”

Sophie gave him a half-smile. “I found it in the laundry room. It looked cozy, so I decided I’d borrow it.”

Keefe nodded slowly, though his mind was still firmly fixated on how absolutely unbelievably hot she looked in his hoodie.

He took a few slow steps toward her, his eyes never leaving the way it draped over her shoulders. “You look—” he paused, swallowing. “You look really good in that hoodie.”

Sophie blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice a little deeper than normal. He sat next to her, leaning in slightly. “Like, really good.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not mad, though, right? I know I’m kinda stealing it from you…”

Keefe shook his head, completely serious. “No, not mad. But I might need a second to process how hot you look in it.”

Sophie’s face flushed just a little, and Keefe caught the tiny curve of her smile that made his heart beat a little faster.

“Well, if it’s that big of a deal, I could just—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Keefe was leaning in, his lips catching hers in a kiss that made his heart explode.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, deliberate, and he couldn’t help but savor the moment, pulling her just a little closer.

When they finally pulled away, Sophie’s lips were slightly parted, and she was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re way too distracting, Foster,” Keefe murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face.

Sophie smirked, eyes sparkling. “Good to know.”

Keefe chuckled softly, but his fingers lingered on her cheek for just a second longer. “I’m still not getting my hoodie back, am I?”

“Nope,” Sophie said with a grin, clearly far too comfortable in her new favorite hoodie. “It’s mine now.”

Keefe shook his head, laughing. “Fine. But I’m never letting you out of it. Ever.”

Sophie’s smile widened, and Keefe felt something inside him melt. She was perfect. And his.

And that hoodie?

It was basically just a reminder that he’d never want to take it back anyway.