Re: Dance Floor
Ash never really held hands with a girl. Not even when he had actually dated one or two for a brief period of time. So the idea of holding hands always felt al little strange to him, but with Lyra it felt alright. He'd take whatever physical contact she'd let him have and so he easily tagged along with the hand-holding. It felt almost domestic in a way, but Ash's mind was a bit distracted from the idea that holding hands with Lyra might give the impression of something more than his usual games of attraction.
The two of them headed to where the food tables were and Ash removed his hand from Lyra's only to let his arm snake past her waist and take residence upon her hip. Maybe he let his fingers graze a little slowly across the back of her dress, but this was Ash, after all, and he was almost never on his best behavior.
"How long were you waiting?" he asked, already knowing the answer.