Scooter drew Andy closer until there was nothing between them but heat, one hand on Andy’s hip. Look at me like you’re in love. Scooter moved, feeling the beat, eyes on Andy, who was looking back just as intently. Scooter wondered how he’d missed it for so long; Andy had almost always looked at him like that. Scooter let himself be warmed by it, cuddled into it. Even if cuddly was nothing like what his dance moves were.