It takes everything in me not to invite Kieran inside when he walks me to my door that night.
“Thank you for a really good date, Kieran,” I tell him instead.
He doesn’t look surprised, but he does look a little disappointed. To my relief, he doesn’t comment on the lack of invitation. Instead, he asks, “When can we do it again?”
I like that question. “Well, Mom starts therapy soon, and I’ve got double shifts the next couple of days. Maybe Thursday?”
“Thursday’s fine. Keep me posted on everything with your mom, though, okay?”
I nod. “I will.”
“And please at least consider the offer about the nurse.”
“I will.”
He nods. He looks relieved, yet also nervous. I swear, I’ve seen more nervous Kieran on this one date than on all our other meetings combined.
“Can I kiss you, Emerson?” he fi
