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THIS IS SO FRIKIN CUTE OML-

Keefe leaned against the doorframe of Sophie's bathroom, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. She hadn't noticed him yet—too busy standing in front of the mirror, brushing through her damp golden curls. The sight of her, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but an oversized towel wrapped tightly around her, sent his heart racing in ways he'd never admit out loud.

She was stunning.

He watched as she reached for her tiny tube of mascara, leaning in closer to the mirror. With practiced ease, she swiped it onto her lashes, her lips slightly parted in concentration. Keefe bit back a grin.

"So this is what takes you so long?" he finally drawled, making his presence known.

Sophie yelped, nearly dropping her mascara wand. "Keefe!" she scolded, spinning around to glare at him. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to see you do whatever that was to your eyelashes." He stepped closer, resting his hands on her waist, his thumbs brushing the edges of the towel. "You know, you don't need all this stuff to look gorgeous."

Sophie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks turned pink. "It's just mascara, lip gloss, and blush. Hardly a full routine."

Keefe hummed in response, watching intently as she turned back to the mirror, now dabbing on the softest hint of blush. He tilted his head, mesmerized by the way the rosy color made her look even more radiant. Then, she grabbed her lip gloss, swiping a sheer, glossy sheen over her lips.

Keefe groaned dramatically. "You're actually trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Sophie laughed, capping the lip gloss and tossing it onto the counter. "It's just lip gloss."

"Yeah? Well, it's illegal how good you look with it." His voice was low, teasing. "Come here."

She turned to him, amusement dancing in her eyes, before stepping back. "Nope. I need to get dressed first."

Keefe pouted. "I vote we skip the whole 'wearing clothes' thing and stay here."

Sophie shoved him playfully toward the door. "Out."

He chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender as he backed out of the room. "Fine, fine. But don't take forever, Foster."

A few minutes later, Keefe was sprawled out on her bed, tapping his fingers against his stomach as he waited.

Then, the door swung open.

His breath caught in his throat.

Sophie stood there, wearing a short, flowy dress in a deep shade of red that made her eyes look even brighter. Her blonde curls framed her face perfectly, and her lips had that glossy, kissable sheen that drove him insane.

Keefe sat up slowly, ice blue eyes raking over her in pure admiration. "Damn, Foster."

She grinned, rushing up to him, and before he could react, she straddled his lap, cupping his face in her hands. "You're staring," she teased.

He smirked. "Can you blame me?"

Then, she kissed him.

It was soft at first, sweet and teasing, but when Keefe tangled his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss, she melted into him.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against his. "We're gonna be late, Keefe."

Keefe kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the moment.

"Let's be later," he murmured against her lips.