He was right. She would be mad at him five minutes later, had they attempted to have sex. Rielle wasn't the type to lose her virginity in a closet. She wasn't a romantic, by any means. But she had better plans for that than standing up, humping against some coats. There was nothing more classless than that, she was sure of it. Even the back of a car had more appeal to her than Ariel's closet.
But it was perfect for making out, she supposed. It was dark enough in there that she couldn't open her eyes and realize what she was doing. It was private, despite the fact that at any moment, someone could whip open the door and see them pawing at each other. But mostly, it was impersonal enough that once someone did open the door, they could both go back to their respective groups of friends and ride out the rest of the party. Separately.
Until then, though? Until then Rielle was pretty content riding it out together. Like, really together. The hand in his hair slid down, clutching at his neck before dipping under his shirt collar and resting at the top of his back. His skin was soft and warm. For the second time that night, she broke the kiss, this time to plant several small, quick ones along his jawline to his ear, where she took a moment to gently bite down on his lobe.