Elena finally turned, her face flushed, a stray hair plastered to her forehead. She grabbed a bowl, filling it so high the broth threatened to spill. She didn't hand it to him; she pressed it into his palms, her fingers lingering against his, radiating a heat that felt like it could jump-start a dead engine.
In many theological and philosophical traditions, (from the Latin caritas ) is considered the highest form of love. her love is a kind of charity hot