"May I have the pleasure of a dance, Rose?” The answer should be no. I should politely deny him and move to another part of the room—or just leave the party altogether. It was what I should have done… Instead, I placed my hand in his and accepted. My heart pounded in my chest; I swore Dimitri could hear it or feel it when his hand rested on the small of my back. I stared at our feet; all memory of how to dance slipped my mind, and I felt like a fumbling idiot as I tried to keep up with his steps. “Stop looking down,” he whispered.
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