Chapter Thirteen
"Okay, I guess."
Michael's smile is a little sheepish.
"I don't want to pressure you. It's just a dance."
I have a feeling that this is more than a dance, but maybe it's a chance to work towards being more comfortable around each other. Not that we need to spend time together, except at the diner. Sometimes.
"It's fine."
I suck in a breath when he takes my hand, because I definitely don't expect that. There's no need for him to touch me just yet, not until we're a part of the mix of couples swaying in the middle of the room.
But he does it, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, and I wonder if he even realizes that he has. Maybe it's just from habit.
I swallow hard and lift my head when he turns around, the other people around us allowing just enoug
