To be honest, right now Marcie was barely interested in Cathal's nerdy bedroom with the cozy bedspread. She was far more interested in the amazingly hot man drawing her back into his arms as he backed towards the bed, and kissing him again at least a few times before his legs hit the bed and he could sit down, and she could crawl into his lap and keep kissing him until they both completely lost all track of time. She worked her hands up underneath his polo shirt, sliding over his waist and then up his back, holding him and kissing him, drawing her teeth lightly over his bottom lip and enjoying how hot he was against her (and honestly, anywhere he wanted to put his hands was alright with her.)