The fact that they were still outside, still under the bright sunlight, and still had people here and there around them, it was nearly all forgotten.
She was soft and smaller than him, but not by much height-wise. In pink and white to his jeans and that discarded black leather jacket. Apparently he felt like dressing the part of being a broody Jones boy without actually doing the brooding, at least today.
Those soft fingers he was loving were seemingly everywhere. Well, nearly everywhere. Still, even through his haze, he could still hear the distracting sounds of other people behind them. As well as in front of them. Most pointedly of a mother's gasp as she turned her child away from staring at the young man and women making out on the mini golf course. Not exactly a family friendly activity.
He broke the kiss, wondering where he got even that much control, again. This time with a, "We should...keep playing or...find...private..."