She leans into him, because touching always seemed like the point of dancing with a partner to her.
She reaches up and rests one hand lightly against his neck, more because she wants to than out of any real need to steady herself. She can't remember the last time she danced with someone she knew, someone she liked. She'd forgotten how much she enjoys it.
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She reaches up and rests one hand lightly against his neck, more because she wants to than out of any real need to steady herself. She can't remember the last time she danced with someone she knew, someone she liked. She'd forgotten how much she enjoys it.