She almost didn't want him to take her to the bedroom. It meant moving and it meant that there would be time, even only a few minutes, between now and then, and he might change his mind. She was so sick with need she thought she might die if he decided against the direction they were going.
When he stood, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wondered if that was the right thing to do, but it always looked sexy in movies, so she went with it. Dorcas buried her face in his neck, tasting and nipping at the skin just beneath his jawline.
Then she realized that he'd never been to her house before. "Over there," she gasped, clutching his shoulder tightly with one arm and gesturing with the other. Dorcas and Lindsay had bedrooms on opposite sides of the flat, and it would've been weird to end up shagging on Lindsay's bed, for sure.