She laughed into his chest and sighed, "I don't see what would change. I haven't drunk the punch," and she leaned back to look in his face, "I should have told you. The punch has something funny in it, something that makes you tell the truth I think. But I've been as honest with you as you've been with me," she said, watching his expression, "It seemed only fair," she said in some explanation.
She watched him more, "You aren't mad at me? Are you?" she asked, hoping that he didn't get mad and leave her on the dance floor alone. She felt this moment of worry that she might have pushed things too far.