“I know you can’t dance,” he said. “That’s the point. You trying to dance is what makes it entertaining for me.” I laughed. “Clubs are not my thing. Too loud. I wouldn’t be able to talk to you.” “Oh my God.” Holden pressed his face against my chest. “It’s been months, Whitmore. You’ve seen me naked a hundred times. There is no need to keep saying sweet, River-esque things to woo me. You did it. I’ve been wooed.”
