There's a little voice in the back of her head that tells her to stop, only because she's worried that they're in plain view of everyone else. Fortunately, they're not. Sure, someone could stumble upon them, but they weren't out in the open in the party.

When they pull back to breath, Mary rests her forehead against his. She laughs breathlessly and runs her fingers through his hair. "You're a good kisser."