"Keefe," I say, feeling that warm feeling in my stomach again. 

Although he's smirking, his eye bags tell a different story. He walks in and closes the door behind him, walking towards my desk. 

"Nice pajamas," he motions to my elephant covered pajamas I got as a gift from Elwin. 

I roll my eyes. "Don't think I forgot about yours either, Keefe."

I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge, facing him. I watch his eyes trace over me, almost like he's looking for an injury. 

"Keefe, I'm okay," I say, feeling his worry, even though I'm not an empath. 

He doesn't say anything and instead stares down at his hands, looking defeated. His smirk is gone as well. 

"I'm sorry you were stuck with my mom, if only I could've-"

"Don't," I cut him off. "Don't create alternate scenarios for something that has already been taken care of. Keefe I'm here, why are you acting like I'm not?" I ask him. 

He doesn't reply. 

"Keefe, look at me," I say. 

He sighs, but looks up at me. his ice blue eyes never seizing to make my heart skip a beat. I might be imagining things but I can see his facial hair peeping out a bit. It looks like he really hasn't left Havenfield since I left. 

"Come here," I pat the spot next to me, trying to play it cool. 

He shakes his head. "Grady will kill me."

I groan. "I don't know what it's going to take for him to accept it, but Keefe I'm your fiance. Just come here."

A small smirk arises and he pushes himself up from his seat and walks towards me. His tall frame sits down next to me. 

"Much better," I give him a smile, making sure he can feel the sincerity. 

I hold his hand in mind. 

"I feel like every time things are going okay, something bad happens and we get separated," he starts, "Maybe it's my bad luck. It's rubbing off on you."

I shake my head. "That stuff is done now, Keefe. We caught the bad guys. We might go through small mishaps in the future, but that doesn't change the truth."

"What truth?" he asks, his eyes sparkling. 

I know my face is probably red as a tomato, but he must be used to this Sophie by now. 

"That I love you," I force myself to keep eye contact with him. "So, you can't get rid of me anymore. Okay?"

My heart skips a few beats as I watch his face contort into something almost indescribable. It's filled with pure love and I can tell he feels the same way i feel. I'm not worried we aren't on the same page anymore. 

His left hand comes up and cups my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. He leans close and kisses my cheek, leaving my cheek tingling after. He pulls back and tries to get up. Boldness comes over me and I grab his hand, not letting him leave. He looks down and stares at where our hands are connected. His eyes trail up until he meets my eyes, quickly flicking down to my lips a few times as well. 

"Foster, we can't," he says. 

"Who says we can't?" I challenge. 

"Grady will probably actually kill me this time," he says, his smirk almost looking painful. Like he's holding back. 

"Stop doing that," I say. 

"Doing what?" he asks, his eyes still switching from my lips and my eyes. 

"Stop holding yourself back. Stop letting other people make rules for us," this time, I stand up. 

We aren't eye to eye, so I have to crane my head up. 

"We aren't little kids anymore, Keefe," I say, forcing myself to not run out the room and hide for a week to get over what I'm insinuating. 

He takes a step forward, his warmth radiating onto my body. He brings his hand up, his thumb reaching to softly touch my bottom lip, dragging it down a bit. 

"Trust me Foster," he sounds breathless, "I know we aren't young anymore."

My whole body lights on fire as I realize what he is talking about. Okay, Sophie. Too late to run now. I place my hand on his bicep, trying to close up the minute space between us. 

"You know, on the outside, you've changed a lot," I say, "All those years I've missed watching you grow up along with me."

I can feel him tense a bit. I squeeze his bicep a bit. "But you're still my Keefe. It doesn't matter how much taller or stronger or older you get. You'll still be that silly guy who I met by chance when he was skipping his lessons, making fun of my Elwin visits."

My words get cut off when I feel his lips on mine. I melt into him, letting him bear my whole weight against his hard but warm body. He tangles his hands in my hair as he tries to deepen his reach. My mind starts feeling fuzzy, and suddenly I feel myself fall on my bed, Keefe  holding himself up above me. His smirk is gone and it's like the ice blue of his eyes have gotten sharper, making me suck in a breath. 

"When did you get so bold, Foster?" he says, tracing his thumb across my cheekbone. 

"It's your fault," I say, breathless. 

"You have my sincerest apologies," he says, not sincere about it at all. "I'll have to make it up to you someway."

I feel his hand slip under my pajama shirt, making my breath catch. 

"I hope this'll be okay," he kisses me one more time before trailing down. 

This isn't like the fluffy love and silly crushes my adolescence was filled with. I'm starting to be exposed to things I never thought of, but somehow longed feverishly. No words can truly display how I feel. But as I look at Keefe and as he looks at me longingly, I can feel the last strings of doubt being snapped, along with our last strands of control. 

A/N

Hey guys! I think you guys can tell but "Keefe's Whereabouts" is coming to an end. I'm expecting at most maybe like 3 more chapters to go. Thank you so much for the support up to now and I'm always happy to read the comments you guys leave along with feedback. I know the new KOTLC book came out, but I haven't read it yet. Maybe after I read it, I might write more SoKeefe, but for now, I think I'm going to take a break from Sokeefe (after this fanfic is finished first ofc). 

Also, I'm not sure about the age range reading this story, but I did list the fic as mature, so I hope this chapter didn't make anyone uncomfortable, but you were warned!!! I stopped myself from anything too detailed in case people don't listen to warnings lol