“How about one more dance,” Matt asked as the music changed.
“I don’t know…” I ran my fingers through my long red hair. “I’m…a little tired.”
“C’mon…” he cooed playfully. He took my wrist. “You can dance to just one more song, can’t you?”
“Ugh, fine.”
I followed him onto the dance floor. Just Dance, by Lady Ga Ga was blasting through the speakers at the moment.
“Oh this is my favorite song,” I breathed.
Soon, my feet were moving, my hips were shaking, and I was officially dancing with Matt Daily. He grinned at me.
“You’re probably the best dancer I’ve danced with all night.”
“Shut up, you’re just saying that.”
He smiled at me again. I didn’t say anything more. Why would I, for Pete sake. I was dancing with a hot senior at the Spring Fling to my favorite song with one shoe.
But, y’know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.