Dakota guided me around the dance floor in a waltz. "You dance very well," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
"You're a wonderful dancer," I replied, enjoying the feel of being in his arms just as much as dancing. "Where did you learn to dance like this?"
He shrugged. "You pick up a lot of things when you've lived as long as I have." Suddenly, the song came to an end and he dipped me, just like in the movies. "And I like to dance."
"So do I," I said as he raised me back up. Another song started just after the last.
"Good," Dakota said, leading me seamlessly into another dance. "We'll have to go dancing more often then."
"Have you ever taken ballroom dancing?" I asked, knowing he had to have taken lessons in order to be this good.
"No, but we can, if you like," he said. "Now that we're getting everything under control with the werewolves."
