He's trying hard not to leave marks, not to make too much noise, not to catch anyone's attention, but at a certain point, he has to throw caution to the wind, and that point comes when she's grabbing the back of his shirt and groaning like that, when he can feel her every movement. Instead of muffling his own cursing and groaning in her hair, he lifts his head and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out an "Oh, fuck, Angela."

He's so close to the edge himself, not looking around them for anyone who might be close by, and although several people walk by, not too far from their secluded corner, he ignores them entirely.