and , oh , dammit , why did every thought of hannah lately end up with the two of them falling to the floor-or a bed , or a couch , or a chair , or stairs , or into a shower stall , or a bathtub , or onto a kitchen countertop , or a kitchen table , or , hell , the kitchen sink , he did n't care-and spend the rest of the afternoon/morning/evening/night/sunset/sunrise/dawn/ twilight/lunch hour/whatever making love ?