[She starts to move, gently nudging him in the right direction. It doesn't feel so agonizing once she's in the middle of it, but she keeps glancing down at his face, then looking back over the top of it in a curious sort of way. She's dancing, with a boy. She never would've thought she'd dance with anyone but her mom during their playful lessons.
After another quick glance down at him, she looks over his shoulder with a brilliant blush, trying to ignore how warm and heavy his hand feels on her waist.]
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After another quick glance down at him, she looks over his shoulder with a brilliant blush, trying to ignore how warm and heavy his hand feels on her waist.]