“Dance with me.” It’s not a request. My voice is clotted with surprise. “What?” Hayes extends his arm out to me, giving me a not-so-graceful bow. It looks wonky considering his towering height, but it manages to make me chuckle all the same. Panic fleets across my reddening face. “I…don’t know how to dance.” It’s true. It’s not an excuse. The first time I danced with someone was my freshman winter formal, and my date had a bruised toenail that ended up falling off because I’d stepped on his feet so many times. Hayes makes a pshaw sound. “Everyone can dance.”
