“I did not think you would say yes,” I murmured. “I thought you weren’t made for social graces.” His chuckle was silent, but we were so close that I felt it reverberate through his muscles. “Firstly,” he retorted, “we are alone. So ‘social’ does not apply.” True. “Secondly.” He attempted to launch me into a gentle twirl. We mistimed and stumbled, fracturing his next word with scuffed laughter. “There is nothing graceful about what we’re doing here.” Very true. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, asking silent permission for a second attempt. I nodded, and we almost—almost—managed an
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