Legacy, Chapter 3

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Sophie grabbed the silver handle and turned it- realizing only as she was yanking the door open that she shouldn't made sure Keefe was dressed before she barged in.

Thankfully, he was.

Mostly...

He lay sprawled across a huge bed that rested on a pedestal made of lacy bleached coral, wearing fuzzy blue pajama bottoms covered in tiny black gremlins, with his head propped against a familiar green gulon stuffed animal.

"Foster?" he asked, jolting upright- which only drew more attention to the fact that he was currently shirtless. He crossed his arms, his cheeks flashing with a hint of pink when his ice blue eyes focused on her. "I... um... what are you doing here?"

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