Keefe drew Sophie close in his arms, gifting the softest kiss to her forehead. "You're blushing again."
She hid her face in his shoulder. "I'm not."
"Your ears are pink," Keefe observed. Mindlessly, his fingers brushed layers of her hair aside.
Sophie clamped her hands over her ears, making Keefe laugh. He leveled her chin to his height. "Don't worry, Foster. You're still cute."
"I hate when you tease me," she mumbled.
He smirked. "Your emotions say otherwise."