““When he stopped in front of my apartment, I muttered out a thank you and grabbed the door handle. But the hand on my shoulder stopped me and I turned my eyes back to him. He cleared his throat. “You know what? I think maybe I should go in and check your place out to make sure it’s secure and all.” “Sure,” I said quickly, my mind racing all over again. Did he want to come in to just come in, or did he want to come in and get in my bed?””
