Emily screamed, rushing to his side. The fall to her knees was jarring and bruising but she barely registered it. Luke groaned, and tried to lift himself up as Emily’s hand fluttered uselessly in the air above his bare back. She watched as the dark purple bruises where he had hit the wall faded almost instantly. She stared in awe as they disappeared, his skin turning from a sickly green to its normal sun-kissed golden-brown. Suddenly, Emily was very aware of Luke’s nakedness. The tattered and shredded remains of his clothes littered the ground. She watched the muscles of his back and arms twitch with his strained movements. Luke hauled himself up into a sitting position, and Emily turned her face away, a bright red blush creeping into her cheeks. She could feel them burning, and she pressed the backs of her knuckles against the heat. “Emily?” Luke coughed out, reaching for her instinctively. His large warm hand encircled her bicep and he pulled her against him.
