An hour later, we still haven’t left the dance floor. After our initial slow dance, the band picked up the tempo and I fully expected Logan to lead me away for drinks or the buffet. Instead, I was totally shocked when he smirked (like he knew just what I was thinking), twirled me expertly (like this is something he does all the time), and then proceeded to show off his moves (like his life depended on it). And let me tell you—the man has moves. His hips? They don’t lie. His feet? Not guilty, because they have got serious rhythm. His groove thing? Thoroughly shaken.
