Cassidy's eyes fluttered closed as one hand moved up to Charles' shoulder again, while their bodies slipped flush together. The dance was never broken on his end, either, even as he slowly parted his lips in the kiss. He felt hotter then, though he rationalized that it was because they had both been dancing and they'd both been pouring off heat. Then he thought better of it and a smile threatened to cross his busy lips.
He withdrew for a moment. "Ready to go home yet?" He asked, barely above the sound.