I stumble over the words, feeling myself flush. “I don’t know if dancing with you in a dark room is exactly okay.” Instead of arguing, Cal just laughs and shrugs. Another song, slower with a haunting tune, fills the room. “The way I see it, I’m doing my brother a favor.” Then he grins crookedly. “Unless you want to step on his feet all night?”
Hey remember when a a certain dark haired grey eyed boy taught a certain silver haired blue eyed girl how to dance?!
So she also wouldn’t step on his brother??
