"...Put your head on my shoulder..." Paul Anka's music started playing in the living room of Damon's apartment.

"...Hold me in your arms, baby..." Torrance had one hand on his waist and the other laced his fingers together.

"... ​​Squeeze me oh so tight..." his face was affectionately close to the boy's, only the moonlight illuminating the two slowly dancing bodies

"...Show me that you love me too..."

“I think we’re doing well...” He whispered softly into her ear.