Later, when the slow songs started and the room softened around us, Landon pulled me onto the dance floor without asking.
One second I was fixing the strap of my heel.
The next, his hand was in mine.
And then I was in his arms.
The world went blurry around the edges after that.
He moved us gently beneath the lights, one hand at my waist, the other holding mine.
Close enough that I could smell his cologne.
Close enough that I could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.
“Are you having fun?” he murmured against my hair.
I smiled into his chest.
“Mm. Ask me again after I survive your public defense of my honor.”
He huffed out a laugh.
“I’ll always defend your honor, Grandma.”
I looked up at him immediately.
“Do not call me that while I’m trying to feel pretty.”
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