"Have you heard this saying before?" He wrapped her in his arms, "Once you're in my bed, you'll need to lean on the wall to walk."
So, tomorrow she would indeed need to lean against the wall to walk.
"You bastard, let me go!" He had smashed her phone, utterly unreasonable.
She was furious and raised her hand into a small fist, pounding on his chest. She avoided the side of his chest that was injured.
"Still angry?" Still hitting?
He held her, pushed open the nearest room door, closed it behind them, and kissed her...
From the door to inside, he kissed her all the way, finally pushing her onto the bed, occupying her without a moment's hesitation.
...
The room was strewn with messy clothes, all hers, scattered from the door to the edge of the bed.
Who knows how much time passed.
He withdrew from her, holding her, and walked into the bathroom.
When they came out, her body had been cleansed, her white skin covered with ambiguous kiss marks, varying shades of purple...
