Euan was careful where he placed his hands. Though usually the idea of touching a girl made him nervous, he was confident in dancing. He kept a firm, yet relaxed grip on her waist as he began to lead her through the steps. All those dance lessons he hated as a kid sure paid off.
At her compliment, he grinned widely. "Surprised?" he asked, twirling her around. "My parents put Quinn - my brother - and me through loads of dance classes as a kid. I couldn't forget these dances if I tried."
Suddenly remembering his manners he stammered. "You're a great dancer too, you know," he said. "But I expected that."