Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43994132-20191003043001/@comment-43994132-20191025005042

Chapter 8

"At one point, I was afraid I was too late and had lost my chance. So, now I'm taking this opportunity." Keefe gently grabbed Sophie's hands, taking them into his own. Shocked at his use of her first name, she didn't respond.

"I like you, Sophie. I always have. I told myself I would tell you not long before Fitz confessed. I was mad at myself for not telling you sooner. I was afraid that I had lost you," Keefe took a deep breath. "But, I shoved all of those feelings aside because whether or not it was meant to be, that was up to you and Fitz to decide and figure out on your own. I also didn't want to pressure you. That's the last thing I would ever do. If you're happy, so am I." For once Keefe almost sounded...shy! Sophie was stunned. Then, a big grin spread across her face. He grinned back. He had the sweetest smile, she realized. How had she never realized what a great guy Keefe was? How had she been oblivious to how much he cared about her? How had she never realized how much she cared about him?