Rob started laughing. He was laughing so hard, the muscles in his arms tightened, pulling me closer. “Miss Sanders,” Mr. Hill said in that same tone he scolded me in class. “Mr. Hunter. One foot between dancers at all times.” He shoved a ruler between Rob and me. My face had to be bright red. “Sorry, Mr. Hill,” Rob said when he was finally able to catch his breath. “I’ll make sure she keeps her hands off me.” “Rob.” I shoved his shoulder. “See what I mean?” he said. “So handsy.”
