The bass of the song playing is loud around you, but what has your blood pumping faster than ever is his warm hands on your hips, swaying you gently from side to side in time with his own movements. Yours are loose around his shoulders and luckily for him (and you) your shirt has ridden up just enough to allow him to touch your skin directly, but it is exactly what you want. The wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles and then throws his head back laughing at something you said makes you feel like the funniest, smartest person in this club. He laughs like you are the only people here, not caring if he bumps into anyone, stumbling back and trailing you with him, his hands still on you. He folds over you and your laughter matches his. You don't even remember the joke, all that matters is his warmth around you and that beautiful smile on his face.