“The polite thing to do when you dance with someone you barely know is to leave room for Jesus.” His lip twitched. “What?” “I went to an all-girls Catholic school. A few times a year we had these dances where we could invite boys, and that’s what the chaperones would say if they noticed our bodies touching—leave room for Jesus.” He smiled. “Well, I’m cutting Jesus out of this one. You feel too good to leave an inch.”
