“That doesn’t sound like you,” he gently guided her outward, turning her under his arm and bringing her against him, chest-to-chest, his leg slipping between hers to dictate the rhythm.

She laughed, looking out at the dance floor from over his shoulder, “It’s funny. I built this trip up in my head for so long, and honestly? Rich people are so boring. It’s like they don’t even notice anything going on around them.”

She could feel him looking down toward her, the soft movement of his head shaking in amusement. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” she continued, swaying with him in time. “Like, even on the boat—did our friends even realize there were people taking care of them? Did they even know their names?”

“Did you?”

“Did I know their names?” she said, bringing herself to face him. “I talked to Melanie all the time.”

“Well…” He smiled down at her. “You did leave the boat without saying goodbye or thank you to anyone on the crew, including Melanie. That felt slightly rich-girl-coded.”

She stopped in the middle of the floor, burning with embarrassment that she had indeed been so callous, and that he had perfectly clocked her hypocrisy, as usual.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, moving his hand firmly onto her lower back and bringing her into an effortless movement. “I told her that you had to leave for an urgent personal matter, and I got her contact information if you wanted to send her a note. She loves your videos, by the way.”

For a moment, they moved in silence to the music, and she could almost feel the heat of his self-satisfaction blooming against her chest.

“Thank you,” she finally mumbled, rather petulantly.

His smile had spread wide across his face, little lines of delight forming on his cheeks.

“I know it’s very hard for you to be gracious when you’re feeling embarrassed, so you’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head as they moved across the floor, stifling a grin of her own. “Am I getting therapy from Danial Azad right now? Do I get to psychoanalyze you next?”

“I’m not giving you therapy.” He smiled, openly amused. “And you are welcome to analyze me anytime.”

“Is that right?” She lifted a hand from his palm to move a loose strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes.

“I have nothing to hide.” He reached up and met her fingers as they pushed his hair behind his ear, bringing her hand back into his own and using it to guide her into another tidy spin. When their bodies met again, he gripped her more firmly, not unlike the way he had in her hotel room. “Analyze away.”

She moved seamlessly against him, feeling the heat radiate from his body and into hers. The invitation to intimacy was too appealing not to indulge, especially after multiple glasses of wine.