Roxy wasn't sure why he was laughing this time but she wasn't going to question it. His hands felt nice on her hips, sending a jolt of warmth through her that stirred up sensations she had only read about in books. Looking up to meet his eyes, Roxy was glad that it was on the darker side in the gym since she was pretty sure her cheeks matched her dress by now, and she wasn't sure if that was because of him or the alcohol, but either way Roxy liked it.
Squeaking softly when he pulled her closer, Roxy stumbled at Xander's unexpected action, blinking in confusion. "I think it's 'cause they're dancing like they wanna do it," she explained, shrugging. She'd heard people talking about it before, how some people equated dancing with having sex, and she'd thought that was a silly comparison. Until now. Seeing it in action made things a lot clearer. Reluctant to let him go when he tried to pull back, Roxy loosened her grip on him so he could if that's what he really wanted to do.