Nora Smith raised his other hand, which was still free, and tried to feel if he had a fever, but Asher Hawn grabbed his wrist and pressed both hands under him.

Asher Hawn lowered his head and quickly drew the two closer. His tall and straight nose immediately touched Nora Smith's nose.

This made Nora Smith breathe carefully, for fear of taking away his breath.

"That..."

Nora Smith tugged at the corners of her mouth, her shy eyes not knowing where to put them, and finally closed them simply. "Let's talk about that kind of thing on our wedding night..."

"What kind of thing?"

Asher Hawn began doubtfully, with a...