Latham set her down on the bed, careful and gentle. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have driven so fast. I won’t do it again.”
He paused. “I’ll ask Linda to make you some porridge.”
He left the room, and when he returned, he was holding a box of medicine. “I just spoke to the doctor. He said this should help you feel better.”
He offered her a pill in his palm, along with a glass of water. “Want me to help you?”
Dorothea pressed her lips together, took the pill from his hand, and swallowed it with a sip of water. “Thanks.”
Latham stayed put, watching her. His dark eyes never left her face.
He stared so long, Dorothea started to feel awkward.
She cleared her throat. “I need to get some rest.”
Looking down, she tried to avoid his gaze. Her voice was small and a little shaky. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like you were dirty. It’s just... that was my first kiss.”
Latham’s jaw, which had been tense, instantly softened.
He braced his hand on the side of her bed, his smile turning a little deeper, his eyes shadowed with something she couldn’t read.
“Funny. It was my first kiss too.”
***
The next morning, Dorothea woke up with her cheeks still warm. She couldn’t get Latham’s words out of her mind. His first kiss? That couldn’t be true. Someone like him, who changed girlfriends so often… There was no way.
She didn’t believe it for a second.
When Carmen asked her out shopping, Dorothea was more than happy to get out of the house.
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