He nodded as she spoke. She made a valid point. He was very handsome, everyone told him so.
He was about to snatch a drink for her when one of his favourite slow songs came on over the ball room. It was a not quite the classical music that had been on before, but the night had been long and young ones were coming out to play.
“Well how about we dance first, and talk about drinks later?”
“Alright,” she agreed. She tipped an ear to the song, and the smile straightened out. “Good choice.” She gave him her right hand, and slipped her other arm around his waist. There was no hesitation in pressing herself close to him.
He made sure to wrap his free arm as far around her as possible whilst he held her hand in a gentle grip. They swayed to the sound of the music, and he found that he couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. He enjoyed the women’s company who didn’t take his bullshit more than the others. They were always funnier.
“How am I doing so far?” he asked casually as he twirled her around slowly.
“Oh, much better.” Summer would have succumbed to him far more quickly if he had begun by asking her to dance. He was a good dancer. “Are you always this warm?” Oooh, that smile was dangerous. And contagious. She smiled back up at him, wondering what made him smile so.