"As I hurry up the stairs, pulling him behind me, my heart thrums hard in my chest.
Trying to get the key in the door is a miracle since my hands are shaking and my vision is slightly blurred. I’m not drunk enough to do something stupid, but my earlier inhibitions are gone. He senses my difficulties and takes the keys from me and unlocks the door. I kick off my shoes and he follows suit.
When I look down at his black boots beside my shoes, I smile."
No I must get back to business. I'll be over here whacking away on my keyboard. :)