Jack's thumbs slid into her pockets, giving her a little more force as he moved against her. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, grinning to himself as they danced. She was so flustered, and he could tell by the nervousness of her every move. It was only dancing, he didn't understand the problem with it. "Here," he said breathily, turning her around to face him, "How long were you going to go without looking me in the face?"
He smiled at her and pulled her close, his hips pressing against hers and his hands sliding around her waist. He rubbed her back gently as they dance, every so often pressing her more against him. Merlin, it was like a fight to get her to move fluidly with him. He looked around for Megan but couldn't find her. Sighing quietly, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Susan's. "Why're you being so weird? We're just dancing," he questioned.