Part 09

It took him a long time for him to comprehend what was happening. At least it was for him. Then he it occurred him...He didn't have a shirt on. He felt his face warm up. Which was weird because it's not like Sophie hasn't- Let's not go there."“I… um… what are you doing here?” that was meant to be soooo much smoother.“Smooth, Lord Hunkyhair. Smoooooooooooooooth.”Keefe shot her a glare and fumbled around searching for a shirt. Biting his lip from smiling. When all the information had settled in his brain. Sophie had come to see him. It made his cheeks even warmer. He was becoming a Sophie now. It was probably for something bad, considering the whole lot worry hitting him but there was something else....Fluttery?Again he had to bite his lip from laughing but it all vanished when one thing came to him, as it has through the entire week. You can't do this now. It's not the same. (Okay gonna skip the part of the middle conversation. I have no idea how to write that part. This is the part where he shoves Lord Cassius)“That won’t keep him away for long, so better spill it quick, Foster. Tell me why you have that cute little crease between your eyebrows. And why I’m feeling”— he waved his hands through the air—“hmm. Feels like the usual mix of worry, anger, and panic—though there’s something underneath that’s a little… I can’t figure out how to describe it. Fluttery?”Do not mess this up. He kept repeating to himself.Let her talk even though it messes you up.