[ooc: Okay so many I am looking a little too deeply, but the song "Rhythm of Love" particularly by the Plain White T's reminds me of them! I kind of picture them dancing together at some point and it totally reminds me of them!]
Eveline was surprised by the grip on her hair, picturing Dominic as the flighty sort of boy who liked girls to fawn over him and wouldn't be caught putting in effort. She purred in response and complied entirely as he backed her up against the wall, gasping a little at how cold the brick was against her body. They were hot, steamy even, and she hadn't been expecting the wall to be quite so cold. Even so, she didn't leave their lips parted for long. She was loathe to admit it, even herself, but this was one of her fantasies: unsuspecting Head Girl encounters toned and dark boy who whisks her off her feet. Of course, said boy had never been Dominic, but he was doing a very good job of making her feel as they were standing directly beside a fire.
As with most other mild suggestions he gave her, Eveline parted her lips and playfully flicked his tongue with her own. Was it wrong that for once in her life she didn't want to be in control? Wasn't it always that way? Her free hand found his neck and she traced his jawline with her index finger before pulling him more forcefully into their kiss. Their little situation was definitely becoming more and more intimate and at long last Eveline parted their lips to catch her breath, which had become labored at some point. She rubbed her thumb across his chin to his lips, planting it there long enough for her breathing to regulate. If he said anything this was over and at that moment, she couldn't bear the thought.
When she was ready again (which thankfully wasn't very long because who could guess how long she could hold off her thoughts without a distraction) she ran her hand back over his check and neck and down to his shoulder and tilted her head up to him, her eyes locked with his as her chest role and fell steadily. There bodies were so close with every breath Eveline felt contact and she refused to admit how eager she was for it. Was she truly this starved for affection? Short answer: yes.