The palm covering her forehead was solid, cold, and cooling, relieving the burning sensation.
Rosie Sullivan froze for a moment, forgetting to avoid it.
A few seconds later, the palm moved away. Benjamin Durant placed his hand on his own forehead, comparing the two, and frowned, muttering to himself, "Looks like you have a fever."
Hearing his words, Rosie finally snapped back to reality.
"What are you doing?"
Guarding against him, Rosie tightened her grip on the umbrella handle and stepped back.
"We'll escort you home."
He spoke naturally, reaching out to take the shopping bag from Rosie. His finger brushed over hers, leaving a warm sensation. Rosie tightened her grip on the plastic bag, avoiding Benjamin's touch.
With a cold look in her eyes, she refused, "I don't need that."
His hand caught air and paused in mid-air, but Benjamin wasn't embarrassed. He said, "We've known each other after all."
Known each other?
