Claire's eyes are closed, yet all her senses are acutely in tune with the wonderful thing Gabriel, her boss, is doing with her mouth. At this point, he has stopped all pretense of giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, as they're actually shamelessly kissing, right there in the reception lobby. Claire doesn't know what to feel—she's very well aware that if she was blushing previously, her redness at this point would be on a different level now. She'd be swooning. And because she's pretty sure Gabriel's eyes are closed too as he "passionately" plays with her tongue and lips, he also doesn't realize it.
She loses track of time, of the minutes as they pass by. Then at one point, she hears something distinct, which seemingly is coming from far away: the sound of someone clearing his throat.
She opens her eyes, adjusting to the sight of the hazy figures of two people looming over them. Gabriel stops kissing her, too.
