Harold's grin returned and he happily moved to wrap himself around her slightly, "Tell me about it. Not being able to touch stuff was pretty rubbish, but not being able to touch you was torture!"
He reached over and placed the pocket watch on his bedside table so he had both hands free. Harold ran his fingers through Sally's hair before moving his hand down to her hip and onto her leg. The warmth of her skin was so pleasant, and having her pressed against him was almost too good. So good in fact, Harold felt a small but sudden rush of blood moving down his body. His eyes widened and he shifted himself so that his crotch wasn't angled towards her lest she realised what was happening. "Er, yeah, this is nice though," He said hurriedly, trying to distract her, "Is it good to be back in your own body?"