Pete, Kitty
When she felt Pete's hands on her waist, Kitty wrapped her arms around his neck. So they'd look more natural. That was the only reason. The fact that she'd thought about what it would be like to do this more times than she cared to admit had nothing to do with it. This was their cover and they had to blend in.
She wondered exactly how long they needed to stick around here before meeting the others at the rendezvous point. Part of her hoped they didn't have to leave soon.