Re: INSIDE THE BALLROOM
Oliver repressed a grin in return. He stepped closer to Sam, getting as close as he could given the circumstances, and whispered, "You're not supposed to think. You're supposed to know." Leaning down, he kissed Sam's neck and then straightened. But he didn't move away.
Looking over at Sam, he grinned. He sure it wasn't the best idea given the current circumstances, but also didn't care. He didn't bring Sam here to pretend or hide anything. He wasn't going to act like Sam was some dirty secret he had to hide. "Then we'll dance," he agreed happily.