[ Caleb laughs, the grin staying on his face as he continued to dance, letting the beat guide his movements more than anything else. It was a lot easier when he was buzzed (or just flat out drunk) because he didn't care how he looked then. No longer the self-conscious tall blonde that felt like he never had any rhythm and could only move with purpose on the basketball court. ]
You're pretty good yourself.
[ Then, his arms are resting on Marc's shoulders, moving in closer, hips almost touching. Leaning in to say into the other man's ear more directly, ]
Thanks for taking me up on this.
[ Because he could've so easily said "no" back out on the sidewalk. Could've told him to go fuck himself and walk away. But no. Here he was, in Caleb's arms, looking like a damn daydream come to life. ]
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You're pretty good yourself.
[ Then, his arms are resting on Marc's shoulders, moving in closer, hips almost touching. Leaning in to say into the other man's ear more directly, ]
Thanks for taking me up on this.
[ Because he could've so easily said "no" back out on the sidewalk. Could've told him to go fuck himself and walk away. But no. Here he was, in Caleb's arms, looking like a damn daydream come to life. ]