As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Sophie tucked her head into the crook of Keefe's neck. They were sitting beneath Calla's tree, a mere hairbreadth of space separating them.
"Are you cold?" he wondered, ready to shrug off his cape at any indication.
"No," Sophie admitted.
Did she really need an excuse to be close to him?
Keefe smirked, though, when he realized she had snuggled close out of pure desire. "Ah - you just can't get enough of me, can you?"
Sophie sighed. Although Keefe's ego was certain to inflate, he wasn't wrong. She liked - maybe even loved - being held in his arms.
And if their cuddling resulted in obnoxious comments, she supposed it was worth it.
