"Don't need this now, do I?" Davin strips off his shirt because it's warm in here and he has a gorgeous guy looking at him like he's hungry, so he has no use for it. He tugs on Gabe's hem with a wink and then takes his hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.

Davin's good at this, the whole dancing thing. It's all in the hips. He grabs Gabe's hips and pulls him close, glad that they're about the same height as they start to dance.