Penny hadn't meant that she'd had sex in public. She only imagined that dancing in front of people would be just as intimate a thing as having sex in front of them. She wasn't willing to try either of those things, except perhaps dancing though she would have to be really really comfortable with the people around her or in a crowded place like a club where no one could really see her. And it wasn't that she was a bad dancer. It was just a personal thing. "I sing to Markl every night before I put him to bed. You must have heard me when you were at my house. Unless you were asleep then." Which was possible.
And if Bast was trying to make her comfortable, well, it didn't exactly work. If anything, he had succeeded in raising her blood pressure. His closeness was making her heart pound wildly in her ears, and it didn't slow not even when all he was suggesting was that they snuggle. She was remembering how to breathe as she slowly and slightly rigidly moved toward him. It wasn't like she had snuggled with a boy before. Her father, Markl and Johnny didn't count. It was a good thing she was out of popcorn, because the last thing she wanted was greasy hands as she adjusted herself, just turning more toward the TV and resting her head on his shoulder lightly.