She can't hear him anymore over the thrum of her pulse in her ears. She can definitely feel when he picks up the pace and her arm comes up and over his shoulder, nails digging into his back as she tries some way to get him deeper. Somebody walks only a few feet away from them, but they're too drunk to notice Jimmy's hips working away in the corner and Angela's too busy curling her leg around his waist. The move drives him in, pushing him against that sweet spot inside her, sweeping her up in the sensation.

Fuck it. Let them catch them indeed. Then she can make them jealous with what everybody else is missing out on.