Sophie glanced up at Keefe, recognizing his rapid breathing and racing heartbeat just from the glint in his eyes. "What's wrong?" she whispered, worry sculpting her expression. His heart sped into palpitations as she shifted closer in his arms.
"Nothing," he said, voice breathless.
As a blush colored his cheeks, Sophie bit back her smile. It was always fun to see such a charming, arrogant boy flustered. She rested her hand mindlessly on his shoulder and studied the sharp collection of lines that made up his face. "Tell me the truth."
"You're giving me butterflies," he whispered into her ear.
This time, Sophie let her smile surface. "Keefe Sencen doesn't get butterflies."
"That was before I met you."
