"Are those for me?" Sophie asked, staring not only at the blond boy in her doorway but the vase of red roses in his hands.
Keefe laughed. "Who else would they be for?"
She shrugged. Keefe took a seat beside her on her bed and let her smell them. Inhaling the fragrance, she smiled, her eyes suddenly welling.
"Hey," he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said quietly. "You're just the first boy that's ever given me flowers."
He kissed her, eyebrows raised. "I'm honored, Foster." Smirking, he added, "If everything goes according to plan, I'll be the only boy that ever gets you flowers."
