It was convincing. As long as no one had lost interest in them, then it was bound to happen soon. But Rielle wasn't so much focused on that anymore. She was more concerned with the present-- what was happening with her mouth and his hands and their bodies. If someone opened the door, then she could be on her way. But if they didn't? Then it wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Her senses were on overdrive, as they usually were when she drank. Everything felt fantastic. It was as if someone flipped a switch and every part of her body was incredibly sensitive to stimulation. It was enough to make her weak in the knees, but that could have been the alcohol. He was a nice anchor, but she was starting to feel like she might bring him down with her if her legs gave out. She needed more.
She broke the kiss for only a second to push him against the back wall of the closet. Like him, her instincts were taking over. And her instincts were telling her that she wanted to be as close to him as possible. Really, if she had been in her right state of mind, she would have been horrified. But she wasn't, so it didn't really matter. Her mouth was on his before anyone could question anything, and this time it was her tongue darting past his lips to find his.