[center] When the tune changed, Yvette bit back her umpteenth blush of the evening. She hadn't expected that one! She stayed close to Jackson, now feeling fairly swallowed by his size. She was a fairly good dancer, as she'd taken lessons when she was a teen, before she'd become more of a shut-in. She felt fairly proud of herself, and hoped it wasn't just the booze telling her she was a good dancer. The way he was looking at her felt so intense, and she wondered if she really was impressing him or if she was getting on his nerves. [i]I don't think he'd still be here if I was annoying him...[/i] She told herself. So she simply stuck with the positive, and continued dancing. [/center]