She's not sure what the look he gives her means, but she knows that when his hand winds up by her own and his fingers start tangling with hers as insistently as they did in her hair just moments ago... he's just rated getting a look back.

Not a bad look -- at least she kind of hopes it doesn't come across as a bad look -- but he does stop her in her tracks, surprise her, make her uncertain.

(Is he sure they're not sixteen?)

The doors open on the third floor first, and looking away as if he can't see her smile if she's not looking at him, she presses the close doors button.

She's seeing him up to his room. (It'll be easier to slink out of his room in an hour than it would be to ask him to leave hers.) His room that's in her name.

The elevator starts ascending again, and she still has his taste on her lips.