"I'm just upstairs." She tugged his hand, fingers interlacing, and they were half tripping up the stairs of the rickety staircase. Her door stuck, and then she pushed it open and they were inside her small flat, her body completely aware of him, her mind telling her that no, this was a very bad, terrible idea.
And then she took the box of chocolate from him and tossed it aside and pulled him closer by his tie.