She's breathing shakily, and then she's whispering, "We need to get out of here. Someone'll--this isn't private."

She doesn't know what they'll do in private, really, that they're not already doing here.

But. But. But.

(And part of her thinks, I want you and wants to feel his body moving above hers, skin on skin, and part of her can't stand the thought, and all of her doesn't know if she should ask that now.)