Page 40 - Homestead By Ann Newhouse

“You had doubts! I was going mad every time we met. I just have no experience of how to go about courting you,” I confessed a little embarrassed.
“You’re doing very well, as far as I can see. I want to be your first,” She whispered, then turned her back and gave a little sob.
“Sofie honey what’s the matter, don’t say you regret it already,” I felt confused at her sudden turn around, from being confident to being upset.
“Ned will you come to my cabin tomorrow night. I’ll cook dinner. We can talk then.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” I leaned in and kissed her stray tear away, leaving her at her cabin door.
I walked the couple of yards to my cabin on cloud nine, not feeling my toes pinching in my boots after dancing. It must be Love, were my thoughts as I sank into sleepy oblivion.