Dance Floor: Trent & Claire
Trent could definitely deliver fun because it was his middle name or at least it would be had it not been Malcolm.
He grinned at her as she moved in close, lacing her arms around his neck before she turned on her heel to press her back against his chest. "Was that a compliment?" Trent teased as he let out a rough chuckle not too far from her ear and rested a hand at her hip as his other remained rooted in his hair.
Together they moved in time, following the beat and flowing from one thrum of base to the next.