we swayed softly
my fingers toying with
the hair on the back
of your neck & your hands
holding me ohso close
and tight against you but
more in the don’t-ever-leave
kind of way than the
let’s-get-it-on kind of way
that the loud&fast rap song implied-

as everyone else bumped
+ grinded, we slowdanced
[but my heart sure wasn’t
slowdancing].

AN: oh, the look on hanna's face - "sorry to interrupt, but you're slowdancing to a fast song." no duh. but i didn't want to leave his arms.