His girlfriend, fighting crime in the prettiest dress he'd ever seen, was enough to make him drool. The dress was red, flowy, and it highlighted her brown eyes in a way that made his heart race. "Keefe!" she exclaimed, urgency lacing her voice as chaos erupted around them.
Before he could respond, Fintan tackled him to the ground, sending them both sprawling. Keefe barely had time to register the impact before he heard Sophie's voice above him, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Keefe, are you okay?"
"Sophie, I'm so—" he began, but his words were cut off as his girlfriend leaned down and kissed him fiercely. The world around them faded for a moment, and all he could focus on was the warmth of her lips against his.
"I thought that said everything you wanted to say," she teased, her smile glorious as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
Keefe's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face as he spotted his dagger lying a few feet away. "Yes!" he exclaimed, cutting through the moment. "Yes because you're kissing me? Or—" she asked.
"Well, no, I mean yes, I just found my sword," he corrected himself, smirking as he reached for the dagger. "But also, yes because you kissed me."
Sophie rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. "You're impossible," she said, but there was warmth in her tone.
"Now, where were we?" he asked, leaning in closer, his heart racing again.
Before she could respond, he captured her lips with his once more, this time with a hunger that matched the chaos surrounding them. The kiss deepened, filled with urgency and passion, as if they were both trying to convey everything they felt in that single moment.