"Take me home," she whispers. Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't just mean she wants a lift back. He nods wordlessly, then they turn and head back to the car. They get in and he glances at her briefly before starting the engine.
The journey is mostly silent, occasionally shooting glances at each other. The atmosphere feels charged and almost fragile, like at any minute one of them might laugh and say Jeez, what were we thinking back there? but neither of them do.
"Are you okay?" he asks as they approach her home.
"Yeah," she says, keeping her eyes straight ahead. He pulls up outside her flat.
They get out and he locks the car with a flick of his keys as they start walking to her front door, still exchanging the occasional glance. She unlocks the door, fumbling the keys slightly, and lets him in.
Once inside she turns a light on and takes her coat off while he remains standing by the door. "I can just go, if you want."
Almost before he's finished speaking, she moves towards him and they're kissing again, just as passionately as they did at the side of the road. He pulls back to look at her and they smile at each other, decision made, before she pulls him into the bedroom.