“Have you ever considered teaching elementary school instead of college?” “No.” The rag, and his focus, slipped over my bottom lip. “Why do you ask?” “You’re a nurturer.” I took the cloth from him, the fabric warmer than his chilly fingers. “You’re good at taking care of people.” The praise stunned him into silence for a beat. “Caring for someone because you want to is a different beast than caring for someone because it’s your job.” “Ah,” I said eloquently while stinging heat crept across my chest like a spreading sunburn. The idea he might actually like having me around was…nice.
