Day 83: In Which They Slow Dance
She had simply gotten up to get something to drink, but on the way back, she found him creepily standing in the dark blocking her path. Without a word, he took the glass from her and set it on the cabinet, then placed her palms on his shoulders as his fingers laced on her lower back.
Raising her eyes to look at him, she secretively whispered, "So… What are we doing exactly?"
"We're dancing, dummy," he answered, leading them into a gentle swing.
"Right." Her fingers slid to the back of his neck as they slowly moved in a tiny circle. "Any specific reason why?"
"Just tonight's vibe, I guess."
Elsa pulled back so she could read his expression. "Is that a good vibe?"
"It is now," he said, nuzzling her hair.
She relaxed, letting her body mold against his. "I see."
"This is nice."
"Vibe-checking?"
"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm talking about, Elsa." He huffed, the heavy exhale tickling the side of her head.
She chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't mind doing this again, which is definitely progress when taking all the stupid things you've made me do so far into consideration."
Jack laughed, taking her hand to make her twirl. His arms wrapped around her middle as her back pressed against his chest. "Admit it, your quarantine would be boring as fuck if it wasn't for me."
"It would, wouldn't it?"
His legs came to a halt. "Are you mocking me right now?"
"The one time I try to give you a compliment, and that's how you react? Something tells me that you actually like being made fun of, Jack."