She shouldered through the door of the apartment ahead of him and threw her jacket at the couch, missing. The music she put on was loud, the good loud, the kind with bass in the floor. They had been building toward this all week and the whole ride home and the whole hallway, and now they were both inside, finally, and the energy in her body had nowhere to be but everywhere. She turned around grinning like something had been let off a leash. He caught her up and she laughed into his neck, and there was nothing quiet or careful about any of this, and neither of them wanted it to be.
