Was that a smile on his face?
She closed her eyes and opened them again.
It had disappeared.
Perhaps she was imagining things. After all, the heat from the stove was enough to melt her skull.
She chuckled inwardly and dumped the spoon into the basin of washing water.
If her mother ever heard of what she was doing…
But it was inevitable since he had caught her.
How was he even walking? Did he really even have a fever?
"Are you done?" He asked, breaking the spell.
It must be all the heat, she told herself.
She wiped at her brow again.
He looked like the Theodore in her dreams - sleep tousled hair, his eyes dark and drowsy, his lips slightly swollen and his skin flushed.
Heavens…
She shook her head.
"It is very hot in here… you should leave." She said instead.
He walked towards where she stood and peered into the contents of the basin she had been stirring for the past hour.
"What is that?"
"A brew for fever."
"What's inside it?"
