Thomas' POV
He turns in my direction with a smile and I'm slightly hypnotized by the look. He puts down the knife and tomato he has in his hand and begins to walk and dance his way over to my laughing form. I try to shake my head and push his chest away but he catches my hand and grabs it before he's pulling me against him, my body beginning to move with his. There's no rhythm or reason to our movements as we dance around the room and I can't stop laughing as he pulls away and twirls under my arm.
"We look ridiculous." I tell him and he grins at me in response when he brings our bodies back together.
