Her body was still spasming around his. Her heart was thudding. His too, strong and fierce against her back.The phone finished ringing, paused long enough for her to start to catch her breath, and began to ring again.She already wished she hadn’t said what she’d said. That he hadn’t said it back. That—that she’d stuck to her guns. Let him onto the front porch, and he’ll find a way to talk himself in the front door, her mother had said about her father. Let him in the front door, and he’ll find a way to talk himself into the living room. Let him into the living room, and he’ll find a way to talk himself into the bedroom.Behind her, he withdrew, and all of a sudden, she hurt. All over. Her neck and shoulders from the way she’d braced herself on the stairs. Her knees. Her back, which she’d arched as she pressed against him.“You can get the phone.” It had stopped for the second time.“I don’t want to get it.”She stayed where she was, partly so she didn’t have to look at him and see the struggle in his face.“You can take it.
