Wes loved the way it felt when she tangled her fingers in his hair. Part of him still couldn't believe this was real, that this was actually happening, that Jennifer Evans had a leg around his and her tongue in his mouth. It was almost a sensory overload.
The kissing slowed; Wes took a deep breath when it ended. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles against Jennifer's back, his eyes still closed. He hated to stop, but she was right. This wasn't the place (or the time, either, really) for...anything more than they'd just done. But. Saying "not here" at least sounded like somewhere else might not be out of the question at some point. He could live with that.
Wes sighed and licked his lips. "Yeah. You're right. I should, um, I should probably be going home." He was glad he'd brought a messenger bag today. It would make a good crotch-hider as he left.