"You do know we can get caught right?" Not that she actually cares. The thrill of getting caught is the whole point, she thinks. And the feel of his hands warm on her skin adds to that. Everybody is far too involved in socializing and the rest of the festivities to pay them any mind and the corner is far enough to be hidden away from anybody who isn't specifically looking there.

Angela bites her lip in anticipation, teeth scraping across her lipstick, or what's left of it after kissing him. Oh hell, it's already ruined and he's just arousing her more than she naturally is, so it doesn't take much more for her to yank him closer by the front of his shirt, kissing him like he's threatened to leave her here and wanting.