He held her tightly and just far enough away for Mim to feel his breath against her neck. Turning his head left, he pressed his fingers gently into the small of her back, directing her movements. He stepped forward.
Mim turned her head to the right and stepped back - slow, slow, quick, quick, pause. Slow, slow, quick, quick, and then she paused again, bending her head downward to check promenade.
Her face blushed with the thrill of accomplishment as the practiced steps, now almost second nature, guided her confidently across the floor. It was just like the times before, only now there was an audience. She felt her throat redden. Quick, quick, slow, slow, close.
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