It seemed they were both on the same page, then. He could live with that. Someone had to open the door soon, at this point, what with her arms around his neck, him with one hand in her hair, his other arm now wrapping around her waist as she pressed against him. It was convincing, right?
But then, with his mind on autopilot, he was less concerned with getting out of the closet, and more concerned with kissing. Kissing and feeling. Feeling her body pressed against his, her mouth opening up to him. His tongue darted past their lips to find hers. She had suggested they suck face, after all.