Carly paled and felt her stomach drop through to the floor. She thought the milkshakes were all about to come right back up.
"Oh god," she said as her face twisted in horror. Carly pulled herself up to her feet, knocking her plate enough to send food onto the floor that she ignored. "Oh fucking- fucking idiot," she snapped at herself. She could feel his lips against hers still.
Her wet jeans felt tighter now that she was up and half-walking half-jogging towards the front door.