Matthew
I hold Sarah close as we slowly move with the music. "You are too stiff," I say
"Sorry," she breathes.
I soften my gaze. "It's okay. Do you want to leave?"
"My mom will have my head if we leave early," she says, pouting.
I chuckle. "Maybe it's time you stopped worrying about what your mother thinks of you."
She rests her cheek on my chest. "Yeah, you are probably right."
"I usually am," I say.
She scoffs against my chest, but I feel the way her body relaxes a little more in my arms. "Don't get cocky."
"Too late," I murmur, my lips brushing her hair.
We dance for a few moments more, and I find myself enjoying the warmth of her body against mine.
"I think I am ready to leave," Sarah whispers against my chest.
"Alright. Let's go then," I say, pulling back.
"I need to go to the ladies' room first," she tells me.
I nod. "Okay, I will wait right here."
She gives me a small smile and slips away through the crowd, her dress swaying with each step.
