And then as we stood there, almost touching, Mallory pulled me closer still. “Dance with me,” he whispered into my ear. The warmth of his breath pressed against the side of my neck, causing me to shiver. Mallory didn’t lead and neither did I. But we did dance together, swaying side to side, back and forth, with my head barely resting on his shoulder and his cheek pressed into my hair. We danced until the needle on the record player began to skip and the melody of the song became ragged.
