[ Her hand, the one holding the clutch, ended up against his chest as he pulled her in and she tilted her head into the touch. As much as she wanted to chalk the reaction up to the door being open, it was a response she hadn't given that much thought to. Just like the way he leaned in made her heartbeat jump as her eyes momentarily dropped to his lips. ]

If they've figured out who you are, I have bigger problems on my hands, don't I? [ She smiled slightly as she turned her head, lips finding his wrist to brush against it. ] I don't remember asking last time.

[ In reference to the mark he'd left on her shoulder that night. She lifted her head again as she stepped back, pulling him out into the hallway with her so she could pull the door closed. ]