JP/Isadora
JP smirked. "Oh, one of those who liked to get into trouble, were you? No fucking wonder we get along."
His brow furrowed. "Rhythm - and whatever else there is to dancing," he elaborated. How did she not understand rhythm and shit?
His admiring glance finally made it up to her face, hands coming to rest on her hips in response. "Babe, it's impossible for them to be any fucking hotter than you."