Oddly enough, he doesn't have a fever! Why is he talking nonsense then?
Frowning, she asked, "Do you feel unwell somewhere?"
Robert Thomson shook his head, his eyes clear as the blue sky.
"Well, did you sleep too much and now you're a bit—off?" She began to doubt, looking at him all over.
Ahem, given that they just rolled in the bed sheets, she saw all of his body. No matter how she looked, he seemed to be smart and strong—ahem, quite capable.
"Never have I been as awake as I am now," Robert Thomson slightly smiled, the gleam in his eyes blatantly obvious.
Could this be a confession?
Emma Smith didn't know, but his gaze was too fervent and his expression sincere, so sincere that—she felt as if she could see into the depths of his heart, where, like her, there was a desolate and pitiful soul.
