It was dark out and you were sitting on this l shaped sofa against the wall that was glass from floor to ceiling. You pulled me over you to kiss me, and my arms shook as I dug my fingers into the cushions on the couch to keep from collapsing over you. I could feel two fingers pressed firmly between my legs and I wanted to sink down on to you, so you would part me and feel my warmth, but I paused and couldn’t move. The glass door opened and some people we knew were coming through to get to another part of the house, and I was doing a mental check to make sure the blankets and the layers of my skirt were hiding what was really going on. After they passed through I collapsed on the couch next to you and we started laughing.