Just when he thinks he's got his momentum, her touch causes him to stutter. Not stumble or shift, but it's enough to make his mind waver, filling him with fresh thoughts of pushing her to the floor.

Cautious of taking another breath, he forces himself to tip his head in acknowledge as he digs his hand in his pocket for his keys.

Once he passes the threshold, things are a bit easier. Enough, at least, that he can get in his own door without looking back to her.

He can do this.

Probably.

Fuck.