For a moment, Mary completely lost herself in the kiss. A part of her brain was rebelling against the very idea, realising she was kissing a man who was not only married but also someone she had helped prosecute in the past. But then again there was a rush of chemicals inside her that pushed her to not disengage, and to keep responding.
When she finally broke away from him, she was somewhere between mortal embarrassment and dazed delight, and surprisingly, the latter emotion prevailed along with a sense of accomplishment. So much so, in fact, that she, even after listening to what he had just said, rose up again on her toes to kiss his cheek.
"I..aherm...I mean," she pursed her lips and opened them, and then she laughed, putting her hand up to her lips and looking around. More than a few people had noticed, but then again more than a few were also passionately kissing other people. "Is it something in the air? I do apologise," she said, but hardly felt the need to apologise at all. Which was the kind of abandon that was beginning to scare her.