I'm hard.
The words echoed in her head, and she searched the whole dictionary in her head trying to understand what he meant by that.
After another minute went by, she gave up and asked, "How are you hard?"
He didn't say anything for a short while and took her arm instead, leading it down between their bodies. Then, she felt her hand on his pants and she could feel something big and strong protruding upward, trying to tear its way out.
It felt hard, and she curiously moved her hand around the circumference trying to comprehend what she was feeling through his pants.
When it dawned on her that Alastair was a man, and what she was feeling right now was a man's member, she froze and felt as her body shut down. Her fingers slipped off it, and she refused to move from them on.
She was trembling again, trying to wade off the memories.
