She should have been embarrassed by how quickly she was screaming his name into the night in a filthy alley, but there was no room for those thoughts in her brain. There was no room for any thoughts in her brain, actually. All of her body weight rested against his chest. His hands, which were no longer occupied, had slipped around her waist to support her as she panted into the night, head thrown back on his chest. When her breathing returned to normal, she slouched slightly in his grip to rest her head on his bicep, her head tilted up at him.