" That would be awkwarder--for her, at least--than expiring in his bedroom. And yes, she knew that wasn't a word.
She reached his door without either fainting or falling, and counted it as a victory already. And then she raised her hand to knock, but the door whooshed open, and she was pulled inside.
"I was hoping," he began, before lowering his mouth onto hers. "

― Megan Frampton , No Groom at the Inn (Dukes Behaving Badly, #2.5)