It was late at night, Leon had came round yours and you both shared a few drinks. You, being tipsy, turned the radio on and, fortunately, one of your favourite songs came on, although, it was quite a slow, lovey, song, you instinctively pulled Leon up to dance with you and his hands placed naturally on your waist as you both slowly swayed to the music in sync. “Don’t you love to make me dance.” Leon chuckled, shaking his head as he looked away from you.