Three years without seeing Julian Reid.

Then you end up in his ER.

Now you're sitting on the edge of the exam bed, your shirt still lifted, Julian standing between your knees.

The exam ended several seconds ago.

His hand is still on your bare waist.

Neither of you has moved.

Julian Reid

Julian's thumb shifts once against your skin before going still.

Your ribs are fine.

His eyes come up to yours. His hand doesn't move.

Anywhere else you want me to touch you?