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Wylder led me onto the dance floor. The music had momentarily ceased but soon resumed, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, placing my hand on his shoulder. Then he grasped my other hand and guided me around. I immediately stepped on his foot.
“I told you I can’t dance!” I hissed lowly.
“Didn’t even notice,” he assured.
“Perhaps not, but people are watching,” I pointed out.
He drew closer to me, and my heart fluttered wildly in my chest. It was astonishing how quickly I had become attached to him. Merely looking at him was enough to set my heart racing. I felt lightheaded from it.
“Just relax,” he encouraged. “And let me lead you.”
“Everyone knows I don’t belong out here.”
I let him guide me slowly, and with each step, I found it easier to coordinate my movements. It was
