I am a Foster-Keefe shipper, but I decided to be fair and write one for Sophitz. 

Sophitz one short for if Keefe hadn't interrupted. Italics are direct quotes.

His eyes locked onto hers, refusing to let her look away. And when she swallowed, it was so loud, she was sure the entire world heard it.

"Or," he said. "We could skip the talking."

"And do what?" she asked, hating her voice for cracking.

"Any ideas?"

He was so close now, she could feel his breath warming her cheeks.

He leaned a tiny bit closer and her heart fluttered, even more so than before.

His head dipped down and kissed her. Her brain turned to mush before she sank into the kiss. It felt as though she was wrapped in a blanket of happiness and bliss.

After what seemed like forever they pulled away. Sophie grinned up at Fitz.

"That was my secret."

His eyebrows scrunched up.

"What?"

"That I like you Fitzroy Avery Vacker, and I think-I think that I love you. Ever since that first day I saw you ."

She looked up and waited for his reaction.

"I think I love you too Sophie. I knew you were special and amazing as soon as I saw you."

Someone cleared his throat—very loudly.

"Am I interrupting something?" Keefe asked. He'd raised one teasing eyebrow—but he wasn't smiling. And he was fidgeting. A lot.