She squealed happily. "Fabulous," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the dance floor. Besides, he could hardly smash her toes if they danced like she was planning on.
"It's not like you're uncoordinated or anything," she continued once they'd found a good spot, sort of in the middle of the crush of people but so that they had their own space.
Raising her arms above her head, she began moving her body to the rhythm of the music, hips swaying. When she realized he wasn't moving, she reached out and grabbed his hands, putting them on her hips. "Just follow me."