The door clicks shut behind my foot.

She tastes like the wine from the party and something underneath it that's just her — warm and specific and something I've had a hundred times and still want like I've never had it before. Her legs are around my waist, her mouth on mine, and I lower her slowly when we're inside. Let her feel every inch of the drag down my body. She gasps against my mouth when she understands what I'm doing.