She can't help but step in close, taking his left hand in her right, leaving the other at his waist. Letting the rhythm take over, as they rock in time to the music.

She leans into him, unable to keep from glancing at his expression, wondering if he's just as desperate for this as she is. She's shaking, and it doesn't matter. This close, she can smell his cologne, the beer on his breath. His scent catches in her throat, and a wave of emotion causes her to inhale, as if she could take him into her and hold him there, safe from the rest of the world.