I scooted out of the laundry room and skipped down the hallway, arms flaying...

I scooted out of the laundry room and skipped down the hallway, arms flaying around my head like one of the hot pink puppets from the movie Labyrinth. "A scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found. And I'm hungry like the wolf. Something on a line, it's discord and rhyme-whatever, whatever, la la la-Mouth is alive, all running inside, and I'm hungry like the-" Warmth spread down my neck.
"It's actually, 'I howl and I whine. I'm after you,' and not blah or whatever."
Startled by the deep voice, I shrieked and whipped around. My foot slipped on a section of well-cleaned wood and my butt smacked on the floor.
"Holy crap," I gasped, clutching my chest. "I think I'm having a heart attack."
"And I think you broke your butt." Laughter filled Daemon's voice.
I remained sprawled across the narrow hallway, trying to catch my breath. "What the hell? Do you just walk into people's houses?"
"And listen to girls absolutely destroy a song in a matter of seconds? Well, yes, I make a habit out of it. Actually, I knocked several times, but I heard your…singing, and your door was unlocked." He shrugged. "So I just let myself in."
"I can see that." I stood, wincing. "Oh, man, maybe I did break my butt.