So I settled my hand just where her hip met the curve of her waist and began talking her through the moves. “Slow, slow, quick, quick. Slow, slow, quick, quick.” Despite her talk of two left feet, she was already catching on. “You’re doing great,” I said honestly. Still focusing on her feet, as if she could will them into submission, she said, “I just needed someone good to lead.” Good thing she couldn’t see my dopey fucking grin.
