We exchange one awkward glance and I turn back toward the table, but he stops me with a hand on my waist. “Fuck it,” he sighs, grabbing my other hand. “This goes no further than this room.” I roll my eyes. “Did you really think I was going to brag about dancing with you?” His mouth tips up for the first time all night. “They don’t call me the Two-Stepping King of Colorado for nothing.” I just witnessed his lackluster dancing with Jessica, so I’m finding this hard to believe. “Who calls you that?” “You will,” he says with a cocky grin that could get him anything he wants from me, and I mean
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