"Did you break your leg, or your hands? Oh god, can you still walk?" I cry. My hands travel up and down his body again, feeling for any type of injury. I find nothing but hard, unwavering muscle. "Stop." I freeze, immediately. Reed sits up on his elbows and looks down at me. "I'm not going to be okay if you keep touching me." Holy shit. My eyes dart down to where he’s adjusting himself then back up to his face. Oh god, Reed was getting turned on from my hands being on him. Jesus, Holland, your hands are practically on his dick.
