Mariam's POV
I had never flirted with a boy before.
I was a total novice in that matter.
I felt so... shy and insecure sitting with Spencer that I didn’t even know how to start talking to him, even though, just a few minutes ago, I had moved my body against his in a way that... Ugh, even I didn’t recognize myself.
But this was different.
And he didn’t seem any more comfortable than I was.
Finally, after a glance exchanged between us, I thought of something to say, and I did it just to avoid making the situation more uncomfortable and ruining everything.
"I... I’m sorry if I gave you a bad impression... you know, there... on the dance floor..." That was all I could think of to say, feeling my cheeks flush with all sorts of colors and shades.
"Uh, no, Mariam, it’s okay... really..."
