The song continued and our bodies swayed to the rhythm. Luke as I remembered, was still quite smooth on his feet as we slow danced. Even with my wobble, I was still able to match up and meet his steps.
Dancing was always a fun past time of mine, and really only the reason I liked going with Luke to functions that required he brought his partner. Dancing always had a way of soothing my soul, the sway and the way the song played, just holding hands and moving as one.
I knew I was still behaving like a lover girl, dancing with Luke and trying to melt into that manly warmth. Trying not to lose sight of what I was doing up here. I knew that I could snap out of the relvery and end this charade in a minute – all I needed to do was to think of Luke's top three epic fails and remember why I hated
