What View?

[HUMAN AU]

"Surprise!"

Sophie looked up from her book, delight etched across her features. She caught sight of a tall, lean guy with artfully styled honey-blond hair leaning against the hallway. Her face lit up with a grin.

"Keefe! What are you doing here?"

He flashed a smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I figured I should check on you. It's been a while since the last time we met."

Sophie suppressed a smile. "We literally saw each other at school just an hour ago."

"And this would've been the most painful hour of your day."

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "What makes you say that?"

Keefe smirked. "How many times has my name crossed your mind since school ended today?"

Sophie bit her lip. She wanted to say 'a few times', but both she and Keefe would know she would be lying. The truthful answer would've obviously been 'too many to count'. During every second Sophie spent without Keefe, she was constantly thinking about him—his tousled hair, his crystal clear azure eyes, the feel of being in his embrace, his lips pressed onto hers. Sophie caught her gaze straying towards Keefe's mouth and she looked away hastily as her cheeks reddened and a sheepish smile took over her face.

"You win this time," she mumbled.

Keefe gave her a triumphant smile and walked over to the couch she was sitting on, legs outstretched in front of her. He kissed the top of her head. "I would know, Foster, because I spend just as much time thinking about my girlfriend."

Sophie's heart tripped over itself. They had been dating for almost a year, but hearing him call her his girlfriend still sent a thrill of joy through her. She felt her lips twitch upwards.

Keefe walked over to the other end of the couch. In one swift move, he lifted Sophie's feet, plopped down on the couch, and propped her legs up on his lap.

"So, whatcha doing?"

"Reading. Want to join?"

Keefe scoffed. "I'm sorry, have you met me?"

Sophie let out a short chuckle. "Well, I'm returning to my book, so make yourself at home."

She turned her focus back to the book. Sophie watched as the words before her blurred together, forming a black outline that danced before her vision. She was having too much trouble concentrating—Keefe had resorted to tracing patterns over the skin on her feet, and his touch left trails of burning warmth across her skin in its wake. She could feel her heart rate respond by speeding up almost instantly. She snapped the book shut and sat up straight.

Keefe had a suspicious twinkle in his eye. "What's the matter, love?"

"Do you maybe want to go somewhere on a spontaneous date instead? I don't feel like reading anymore."

Keefe sighed dreamily as the smile he had been trying so hard to hide finally broke free in his face. "See, this is why we're perfect for each other. You knew exactly what I was thinking and said it out loud."

"Mhmm, a total coincidence indeed, " Sophie said dryly, as she leaned in and kissed him on the side of his face she could reach. She smiled as his cheeks flooded with a tinge of pink, and stood up. She let her hand out towards him.

"Shall we?"

Keefe took her hand in his without a moment's hesitation. He smirked, though his voice didn't match his coy smile. "You know I can never say no to you."