He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him.

"Are you okay?", I asked, leaning over him.

"Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.

I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot.

"Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised.

"It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.

Autore: Tiffany King