Angela felt guilty that Derek snuffed Roberto like that, but her happiness that Derek is holding her hand while leading the way to the dancefloor overshadowed anything else.
Derek acted swiftly, confidently, and she didn't have a chance to respond other than to follow after him.
Before Angela knew what was going on, Derek stopped and made her twirl twice before pulling her toward him.
Angela gasped. His right hand held her left one, and his left palm rested at the middle of her back. His proximity was intoxicating, and the most surprising was that Derek can dance! Somehow, she imagined that he would be one of those cool non-dancing guys who only stick to the bar and chug their beer.
She stared at him with a foolish grin on her face and he had his signature cocky smirk on as they moved on the dancefloor without a word spoken.
