PUNCH BOWL
James grinned as she allowed him to teach her. "Don't worry, I've been told that my feet are as insensitive as my mouth, so..." He then took her through the twirls and wide turns of the dance, happy to see her so into it and enjoying herself. That's all he ever really wanted from Lily, to see her smile and laugh with him, to know that he was making her happy in some small way.
As the music faded out and shifted to a slow-paced piece, James felt himself falling into Lily's gaze, proverbially tripping himself over her beauty and wit and charm, and enjoying every minute of it. He started to lean down before he realised it, so very infatuated with her that he tried to capture the moment with his lips, which landed softly on hers. The entire room faded and all that existed was Lily. Her softness, her smell, her positive aura, everything was surrounding him in Lily.