Author's Note: Hehe I've been looking forward to writing this chapter from the moment I first thought up the idea for this fanfic. Also, I got a review asking me to not cuss. I'm sorry about that, I use curse words in real life and I usually try to edit them out of my writing to not make anyone uncomfortable. However, lately I've gotten lazy with proofreading and I might have missed a few. I went back and edited them out, and I'll try to be better about proofreading in the future. Thank you for pointing it out!

Sophie didn't even have time to react. Suddenly, his lips were on hers. She quickly understood why he'd done it. But all thoughts of daring plans and crazy ideas vanished from her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

She'd kissed him before, but not like this, not this long, not this close. She was melting into his arms, every inch of her body pressed against his.

The handle of the door moved, and Keefe pinned her back against the wall, one hand on her waist, the other next to her head. The handle of a broom dug into her hip. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

The door opened, and she barely heard the man say, "Oh! Sorry! Um. Yeah, I'll leave now."

The door closed again, but she didn't let Keefe go.

Let him think she was crazy, or clingy. Let him wonder what the heck she was doing, still kissing him even though they were out of danger. Let him realize the extent of her feelings for him.

He didn't push her away, either. His fingers trailed up her back, and her toes curled. She was sure her face was bright red. Her hands gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him even closer. She'd spent her whole life wondering why the heck people enjoyed kissing each other— sharing saliva doesn't exactly sound romantic. And the kiss with Dex had been horrible.

But now she understood. It felt like she was melting, and yet she was shivering at the same time. Her heart was beating like a marching band, and she could hear his heart pounding, too. She could see sparks behind her closed eyes. It felt like the whole world was going to explode.

She could feel emotions, and she wasn't sure if they were hers or his or some mixture of both. She could read someone's thoughts. Glimpses of her face, her hands on the collar of his shirt.

The closet faded away, and Sophie forgot about the cameras and the Neverseen and the fact that they were still trapped in this hotel. She forgot about the man they'd been hiding from, forgot about the broom handle digging into her hip, forgot about everything except the feeling of his lips on hers, his hands around her waist.

The kiss went on and on and on, but finally, he pulled away, both of them breathing hard. Keefe backed up against the opposite wall. She looked at him from across the closet, the space that had become all too warm and all too small.

"Um," she said, clearing her throat. She didn't trust her thoughts enough to risk using telepathy. "Quick thinking. You saved us. Thanks."

He nodded, staring down at his shoes. "Yeah. No problem."

They fell into an awkward silence again, neither of them really sure what to say. Because, what do you say after something like that?

Sophie wasn't sure what to make of it. She kissed him for far longer than necessary, so he was probably aware of her feelings by now. But. . . he'd kissed her, too.

"We should go back to the room," Keefe said, still avoiding looking at her.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice sounding oddly hoarse. "We should."

She didn't know why she was so disappointed. What had she been expecting? A confession? For him to kiss her again? She was so, so stupid.

Of course he didn't feel that way about her. Everything her stupid brain had thought was a sign was probably just friendly flirting. And that kiss had been to save them— nothing more. He had just gotten distracted, possibly. There was no desire behind it at all, and she had misread the situation, and. . .

They were silent the whole way back to the room.

She was an idiot. A complete fool. She'd thought he liked her, thought he felt the same way, but she had been wrong. And she might have just ruined their friendship. Over a stupid kiss.

She'd let her feelings get in the way of rationality, and she hated herself for it.

They got back to the room, neither of them saying anything. Sophie pulled open the door to the bathroom, but before she could disappear inside and hide for a few minutes, Keefe grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," he said. "Um. I. . ."

She pulled away and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against it, trying to think straight. How was she supposed to act around him now? Because he knew, he knew how she felt and there was no more hiding it. He knew, and he didn't feel the same way.

And maybe it was stupid to be thinking about a silly crush when their lives were in danger, but her mind couldn't stop replaying the kiss. Over and over and over. The feeling of his lips on hers, the way his hands felt on her waist. She couldn't stop thinking about it. But then she remembered that she'd let her stupid feelings get in the way of logic and reason, and now their entire friendship was ruined.

She was in so much trouble.