He's trying to stay focused as both of you practice the dance. His hand by our waist, his nails subtly digging on your body. He's trying to keep his cool. But having you around sure is testing his inhibitions. He kept a straight face. Twirling you around as the moonlight dimly illuminates the room.

He can feel blood rushing throughout his entire body. The red fabric hugging your waist is the only thing that's been keeping him from losing his mind. One skin contact. He might just lose it.