Chapter 10 (Keefe's POV)
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I won't be able to post next week from Saturday-Thursday, but I will try to post double on Friday for you! The more you review the more likely I will be to post!
I. AM. KISSING. SOPHIE. FOSTER!
I try to calm the butterflies in my stomach, but it seems impossible. The way she is, the way this is. Wow. Just wow. That's all the words that I have for it.
She seems hesitant at first, but then leans into the kiss. And then, it's just…
Words can't even describe it. I thought about the word "perfect", but that's not even a strong enough word to describe it. Her lips fit into mine as if they were made to be that way. Our breathing falls into a rhythm that to my ears, sounds like a beautiful symphony. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer.
I thought it couldn't get better, but…
Wow.
She wraps her hands around my head and tangles her fingers through my hair. I smile against her lips and she pushes in harder, deepening the kiss. We stay like this for a long time. I don't care who sees or what happens, I just want her. All of her. Her hair. Her eyes. Her mouth. Everything.
Then, I start freaking out. Her voice isn't filling my head the way Dex told me it did with Biana. Why isn't it?! I was so sure. Then, I suddenly hear the same worries fill my head. But the thoughts don't belong to me. They belong to Sophie. I pull away and smile.
"Keefe." Sophie says. "Foster." I say, looking into her brown eyes. "I love you." She says. I'm startled at first. Then I realize she's waiting for me to respond. Words. I need words. "I love you too Foster. I love you too." She smiles and then kisses me again. This time, it's short and sweet.
I need your number. She says in my head. I smile. What a good way to end a kiss Foster. That leaves her stuttering. I… What I meant was. I smile. Relax Foster. I was joking. I pull out my phone, unlock it, and hand it to her. She gets what I'm saying and pulls out her own phone. She unlocks it and hands it to me.
I type in my number, and she types in hers. We give each other our phones back. "Come on Foster!" I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside. "Let's go get bombarded by Biana and her questions!"