If Mary knew about what he felt, she would've told him to stop it. He wasn't a dork, he was quite charming and alluring in a way Mary hadn't seen in a long time. And the fact that he provoked this effect on her was quite a feat, seeing as he didn't even have an exotic accent - Texan didn't count.
She had forgotten about the other two quite some time ago, if she was honest, and they probably had done the same. Plus, the house lights weren't all on, and it was a lot darker where they were now. Mary appreciated that he was going slow with it; even if sex was his ultimate goal, he knew how to wait for the good things to come better than most man supposedly more 'mature'. She moaned softly into the kiss at the feeling of his fingers on her hip, and the hand that she had placed on Slav's shoulder had now moved on to the back of his head, where her fingers were intertwining with his soft hair.