Peter B | Claire
There was a flirty thing that they'd been doing, ever since he'd found her wearing no pants in the middle of town. It had been pretty mild, friendliness and banter and it still was. But there was a heat to it at times that reminded her to be careful. They were friends and while he hadn't mentioned it directly to her she'd heard he was seeing someone and they were friends. So Claire was trying not to get herself burned.
But of course she wanted to dance with him.
Claire took his hand, laughing as he told her to show him her moves. "God you're white," she told him fondly as she followed him toward where the music was louder and the dancing seemed to be happening.
She looked up at him, one arm wrapping around his neck as she moved easily to the music. "I never would have guessed," Claire said as she moved his hands, encouraging him to grab her hips so she wasn't constrained by his arm around her. "I'll make you look good," she assured him.