No more wavering, I jump into his arms like one of the corny dance moves we did in the privacy of his bedroom. Donnelly catches me with the hottest grin, and my entire being sings as he whirls me in a circle. I raise my arms in the air, leaning back. Then I fly forward, my hair sheltering us. He laughs and sings against my lips, our foreheads nearly pressed together. I sing back, more off-key, and hold his neck. I rock my hips to the beat. He meets my rhythm with his own.
