“Let’s dance.” She grabbed his hand and started toward the middle of the room, but he tugged her back. “I don’t dance.” His serious yet warm eyes startled her. She wanted to kiss him again, so she averted her gaze. “It doesn’t matter. I can show you.” She trailed her finger down his skin where the shirt folded open on top. “It’ll be romantic.” He grimaced. “Gyrating beside strangers on a packed dance floor is far from romantic.” “You’ve never gyrated with me.” This time he followed, his empty.”
