Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
Claire giggled as he grabbed his heart. Trent was fun, never took anything too seriously, that is what she wanted tonight. No drama, no weirdness, no heavy stuff, just fun.
Anyone who said that boys couldn’t dance more than practically dry humping a girl hasn’t seen anyone like Trent, the boy had rhythm and knew how to move to it. That’s all one really need to dance.
At his compliment Claire gave a little twirl and moved her arms around his neck, “You’re not so bad yourself.” She turned so her back was to his front as she kept on arm around his neck to keep him close as she moved her body in time with his.