Chapter 1: (Sophie's P.O.V.)

                                    

                                          
"It's okay. We're safe now." Keefe said. I'm no empath, but I could tell he meant it. Sensing my mood shift, he wrapped his strong but gentle arms around me, an embrace I wish I could stay in forever.
"Mmm..." I responded, still partly traumatized as I buried my face in his chest. My head fit perfectly in the little nook, as if it was made to rest there, and only there. 
Oh my god, WHAT am I thinking? Seeing Gethen must have really got the best of me.
Keefe smirked, reminding me that  he could feel my emotions. Blushing, I hid behind my hair and tried to play it cool. Keefe obviously didn't buy it, but didn't say anything. As I reached up to pull out a loose eyelash, I realized he was still holding me.
"Um... I should probably..." I trailed off, pulling my golden tresses further over my face. Apparently, it was possible for my cheeks to get even redder as Keefe slowly peeled his arms off my back, turning around quickly as soon as I was released.
"I take it you're feeling better?" Keefe asked, still turning his back to me. I had to admit, it stung that he wouldn't even look at me.
"Much. Thanks Keefe." He grunted, not believing me. "I mean it. You really helped. Like always." 
Wait, WHAT did I just say? 
"I mean... this... coming here..." I stuttered, trying to find an excuse. 
But I didn't have to say it. He could feel it all, responding with another smug smirk, which I still couldn't see, instead trying to read his hair for emotion. No luck. 
I didn't know what had caused that slip. Just something about him made me carefree. When I was with him, I wasn't worrying about what other people thought, and just being me. That's what I love about being with Keefe. 
I had been with him through tough times, and seen through his mask. I had seen the broken boy he had become, hidden by all the jokes and smirks. And when I'm having tough times (which is more often than not), he was always there to talk me through it and keep me going. He was one of the reasons I was holding on. And that was something no one else could say. That's what was so special between us. 
"Hello?" Keefe repeated.  I was so lost that I didn't even realize that he had turned around and was waving his hands in front of my face. Normally I would be embarrassed, but now I was too out of it to care.
Shoot, I must have gone blank again. It was happening often, between all of the Neverseen's notes and the everlasting nightmares. "Umm... yeah?"
"I asked if you wanted to go back." He said. It seemed as if his patience could last a lifetime, and I found myself marveling at how he hadn't slapped me by now. That reminded me of Fitz and all of that drama. Which, of course, brought another mood swing, making Keefe worried. 
"You okay?" 
No response.
"Earth to Foster. You there?" I could tell by the exasperated look on his face that it was not the first time he had said that. I guess his patience wasn't so everlasting after all. That made me smirk, again confusing Keefe.
"I might have caused that, or you're just gone again, and by the look on your face, I'm assuming the latter."
"Yes." 
"What?" 
"Nevermind. But okay, lets head back." I responded.
"Don't seem to happy about that, Foster. Don't want to leave the epic Keefinator? I wouldn't be surprised..." He gave a suggesting eyebrow, and started doing that adorable wiggle dance that always makes me giggle.