“I have a confession.” He stares at them. “I’m not some closet, good dancer. I didn’t even think about our first dance. I might’ve dipped you earlier, but that’s about the extent of my moves.” I look up at him and bite my lip to keep from laughing at how stressed he looks. He’s even got a bead of sweat along his hairline. I link my arm with his. “Don’t worry, we can step on each other’s feet.” He looks down at me and our eyes meet. “You really are the best.”
