I stand outside her door, enjoying the cold night air on my neck and hands. She is on the other side of the door, expecting my arrival, and I can feel my heart beating faster. I raise my hand to knock, but stop. I’ve always knocked, but tonight I don’t feel like asking for permission. I grip the knob and turn it slowly. Unlocked. She knows me so well. With a smile I push the door inward and step inside the warm hallway. M...