After Eiden had caught the falling Linda, he realized with a jolt that his hand had landed directly on her boob. Not only that he'd unconsciously squeezed it a few times before his brain caught up with what it was. The moment the realization hit him, he quickly retracted his hand like it had touched hot metal.
Linda stabilized herself, her arms immediately covering her chest, her face flushed a deep, almost painful shade of red like she'd turned into a beef tomato. Eiden, on the other hand, was scared shitless. Her expression didn't bode well. He felt the icy hand of doom creeping down his spine, already picturing himself being reported for sexual harassment. This was it, game over.
