Good. [ The tension isn't hers, alone. He wastes not another tick of the clock nor glance over his shoulder before stepping closer into those waiting hands.
His lips brush over her fingertips, but they are not enough. Her hand strokes a cheek, but he pushes it aside. There's really no time to waste, and this was already such a bold move... he refuses to half-ass anything about this. Thus, he wraps one arm around her waist and pulls her right up against him, his lips finding hers with ease. Time for that tension to give way to passion, which he's been saving up for tonight. ]