Zach grinned at Terrence as he danced, turning the other way as he felt someone come closer. Without saying a thing, he turned away the boy who had moved close, only dancing, though he was slightly flirty in how he did so, stepping just a bit closer to T as reason of explanation. Spinning back around, Z found the other guy closer than he had expected, though a decent enough space for their location was between them. But T was looking good, even better than usual, Zach thought. And he remembered what it had felt like to kiss those lips.
But they were just dancing, then, and Zach felt no desire to find someone else to dance the next song with. He was happy.