The dance floor was even more crowded and we were all packed in so tightly that when I mirrored Paisley’s movements my body was pressed to all those around me. I found that it reminded me of when Quinn pressed himself against me. I should have extricated myself from the mass, but I didn’t want the sensation to be ripped away from me this time, and I didn’t think I would be able to leave the dance floor without bodily shoving some of these people out of the way. A human woman of my size wouldn’t have had the strength to do that, so I had the perfect excuse to stay right where I was. Paisley smiled at me and pressed closer so she could shout into the auditory receptor in my neck. “Every time I talk into your robo-ear these people think I am kissing your neck. All the guys around us are getting turned on.” Hands brushed over both of our bodies as she spoke. “And some of the women.” I felt the crowd change as the song selection moved from the heavy fast beats to something slower.
