Derek only lets go of my hand to hold open the door and I'm glad for the cold if only because I can blame the flush of my cheeks to the frigid air. I keep his coat tucked over my shoulders even after we're inside and I repeat over and over to myself that this isn't anything like him walking me home after a date no matter how much I'd like it to be.

Once we're standing outside my door, I finally tug his coat off, handing it back to him. "All safe and sound," I tell him, fishing my keys out of my pocket. "And I didn't fall over once!"