I was sure my face was beet red, as my list of things not to think about grew even more. I didn’t know whether to panic or splash water on my face, but when I looked around and saw other people dancing near us, I decided to stay just so we wouldn’t blow our cover. At least, that’s what I told myself. And with Gareth standing so close to me that the side of his jaw was almost touching the top of my ear, I had to tell that to myself a hundred times.
When he chuckled, I could feel the vibration coming from his chest. “You’re too stiff,” he whispered.
“It’s because I’m dancing,” I replied, trying to keep my voice from faltering. “I don’t dance.”
“Well, we gotta blend in,” he said. “Come on, is it that bad dancing with me?”
The smell of his perfume mixed with the fabric conditioner in his
