"Sorry!" you tell Mark, grabbing your cute neighbour's other hand and pull her free of him. "I think I'd rather stay and dance some!"
He stares back at you, but follow your mother to the next room like a good boy.
"Umm... thanks, I guess!" Wendy says, grinning a little. "But I'm afraid that was the last guy out here that's not at least twice as old as us!"
You just shrugg, smiling back at her. "So? I'm a lot better at dancing than my brother!"
She laughs a little, and doesn't object as I put my other hand on her waist and start leading... |