Mary made a little breathless gasp at his fingers and managed to agree with his words. "By the door," she repeated, the words catching a little as she made eye contact with him but made absolutely no attempt to actually move away yet.
God, fuck, maybe she should just invite him upstairs? There was literally a single staircase between where they stood and her apartment door, and she was really going to let them once again get on a train and go all the way to Much's apartment?
But... that apartment was Mary's space. She let men into her body every day, but she didn't let them into her home. It was the only place where she could just be alone and secure, untouched by the whims of men. (Or, just as importantly, untouched by her own whims when it came to men.)