When I lifted my chin, Reed was standing over me. I could see Scotty skating toward me in my periphery, but my focus was on Reed and the hand he was extending to help me up. He reached. We clasped. I melted. Long, warm fingers wrapped around my palm as he hauled me up before Scotty could come to my rescue. My feet skidded in every direction, forgetting their primary purpose of how to be feet, and I latched on to Reed’s biceps to keep me steady. Both of his arms wrapped around me until I found sweet relief in balance, while my fingers curled into his hard muscle. His hold loosened with every
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