Chapter 8)That’s CuteAwe!
Ow!
Ah!
Okay, I need to put a stop to this!
"You're really bad at this," I chuckled.
"What?"
"Dancing. You have no rhythm," I smirked, shaking my head.
"I do too have rhythm!"
He continued to steer me out of rhythm, and stepped on my foot. Again.
"Do not! And you keep running me into people!" I chuckled again at his expense.
"No I —"
He ran me into another person.
He sighed, "well. . . I —"
"Here, let me show you," I smiled up at him.
It's kinda cute that he's so bad at this.
"First," at some point while dancing, his hand on the small of my back had slid up to my shoulder(for some weird reason). We're in an awkward position with my arm still uncomfortably resting over his. We had leaned in closer, though. Weather he was pulling my shoulders closer t
