In true teenaged fashion, the two of them seem completely unbothered by the fact that they're in the middle of a public outdoor sort of pavilion. Annabelle in particular has merely forgotten.

When Lauren opens up their kiss and deepens it, Annabelle gasps a little bit, a hand that's been resting on his collarbone tightening its grip on him—specifically, the collar of his shirt. It pulses all through her, and she presses against the back of his head, hand moving up from his neck to sift through his hair as she tilts her head. Feeling him press her closer makes her cunt ache. All she can think about is his cock.

It's very weird.