When she finally had to draw back to take a breath, Angelina felt like her head was spinning from more than the alcohol. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing had sped up considerably since the kiss had begun.
She looked into his eyes for a moment, not moving her body away from his any more than necessary. She was clearheaded enough to know this was probably a bad idea, but just like drinking games before flying, or drunken broom races, the bad ideas often seemed like the best where Fred was involved.
She felt like she should say something, so she tried to formulate the right words. "Fred, I..." but what? Was she asking if this was okay? If it wasn't, he wouldn't be kissing her back. What was there to say about it? Instead of speaking, she just leaned in and kissed him again.