need to be whisked away into a dark hallway or hidden alcove during a party, still close enough to hear the conversation and clinking of glasses in the next room. the very real possibility of being seen at the back of your mind, but you're so distracted by their lips and hands that it doesn't even matter to you. they've backed you up against a shared wall, the one thing separating this heated moment from prying eyes, and you're trying to be as quiet as possible despite their knee between your legs and their tongue in your mouth. staying wrapped around each other for as long as you can before you inevitably need to get back, doing your best to put yourself back together before returning, their hand fixing a stray piece of your hair. even after you're back in the crowd, they don't stray far, watching you with a hungry gaze that reminds you of your secret encounter and makes you crave them even more.