"Good boy," says Alex, grinning. She pushes herself up to her feet and slides back into Eddie's lap, a leg bent on either side of her thighs. She's supposed to be treating this like she would any other dance, so she grazes her hands over his and guides them up to her hips, settling them so his fingers overlap skin and lace. "Leave them there," she instructs, before she pushes one hand into his hair, tugging his head back a little.