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Stella stood up from the couch and stretched a little. She glanced at Desmond with a soft smile.

“I’ll go rest now,” she said.

Desmond nodded. “Alright. If you are hungry, there's food in the kitchen.”

"You can cook?" she asked.

"Yeah, why not? I can cook." He replied.

She turned to walk toward the way, but her toes struck hard against the wooden leg of the chair. The sharp pain shot up her foot, and she cried out, almost losing her balance.

“Ahh!” she gasped, clutching at her foot.

Desmond moved quickly. He caught her by the arm before she could stumble and guided her back onto the couch. She sat down, wincing as she held her toes.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, his voice full of concern. He bent low and focused on her foot. “This must hurt bad. A beautiful girl like you is not supposed to be hurt.”

The words slipped out naturally, but they landed heavily in Stella’s chest. Her heart fluttered, and she forgot the pain for a second. His voice was soft and sincere, and the way he called her