She'd done herself a favour to relocate her key from the ledge above the door that she took it from that day he carried her back from the infirmary after she'd died. But now it was under the mat, so she slips her legs and body down and turns to lower down and get it. There was absolutely no way of collecting it otherwise.

But once she had it in hand, she reached back around with her other hand to pull him closer while she fumbled to get it into the lock. To say she was having a hard time concentrating with him hard against the small of her back was a gross understatement.

Finally, she was able to get it unlocked and with a quick turn of the doorknob, she kicked it open and led him inside.