Savannah laughed softly, letting him pull her close. Her own arms rose, pulling him a fraction of an inch closer to her. Despite the beat of the music, she easily followed his lead into a much slower, more personal dance. It was easy to forget the other teenagers and the music around them, easy to move to their own rhythm.
"Yes," she answered softly with a knowing smile. "And I'm not easily impressed."
It was probably more accurate to say that not many boys took the time to impress her -- Nathan was certainly the only one to make her feel this way -- giddy, tingly, unsure...