Henry took her to the dance floor and they danced, grinding against each other, for what seemed like hours. They danced through upbeat songs, and held each other close when the slower songs came on.
Henry's hands roamed all over her body, grabbing and massaging, and she wasn't particularly shy about it, either. It seemed like it was the norm, here. Though she knew that they would never have gotten away with something like this in the forest.
These kinds of intimate touches were reserved for desperate, private moments in the woods.
But here, Henry didn't seem to care. He kissed her as they danced, too. Over her neck, on her lips, even on the exposed part of her shoulders. Anywhere that he could reach, he touched and kissed.
And Layla reveled in the attention, the beat of the music swaying through her.
