“Actually.” I turned and held my hand out to her. “I was hoping we could dance.” “I thought you didn’t like dancing,” she replied. “I like dancing with you.” She smiled and took my hand. We’d arrived to the formal reasonably late, and the place was packed with other students. I would have much preferred it to be just the two of us, but I wasn’t going to complain. There was no better feeling in the world than having Violet in my arms.
