There was something in his voice that made it difficult to treat the words as nothing more than light-hearted banter. She didn't really know what to make of the fact that his voice was making her stomach squirm. “Well, good luck finding something you're allowed to unwrap that's as interesting as presents from Santa,” she replied lightly, trying to keep her voice from betraying how much he was affecting her.
And then his hand was on her back, and she nearly jumped at the touch and then chastised herself for being ridiculous. She was a little grateful that he was standing behind her and didn't have a clear look at her face, because she wasn't entirely sure what her expression was revealing. It was getting difficult to ignore her reactions to him. She could admit to herself that he was uncommonly handsome, but that didn't really explain the fact that his hand on her back was making her heart race a little. She shouldn't be reacting this way, and she made a firm vow to simply continue ignoring it and focus on the dancing.
Slowly arching her back under his touch and repeating the moves felt slightly unnatural, but she tried anyway, raising her arms so that she could try to approximate the full stance. “Turn my face away? Like this?” she asked, turning her head to the side and continuing to repeat the basic steps. When he removed his hand she tried to preserve the arch, but a moment later he was tapping her back again, and she returned to the slightly straining position. When he asked if she needed the hand, she replied, “No, I think I've got it.”
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And then his hand was on her back, and she nearly jumped at the touch and then chastised herself for being ridiculous. She was a little grateful that he was standing behind her and didn't have a clear look at her face, because she wasn't entirely sure what her expression was revealing. It was getting difficult to ignore her reactions to him. She could admit to herself that he was uncommonly handsome, but that didn't really explain the fact that his hand on her back was making her heart race a little. She shouldn't be reacting this way, and she made a firm vow to simply continue ignoring it and focus on the dancing.
Slowly arching her back under his touch and repeating the moves felt slightly unnatural, but she tried anyway, raising her arms so that she could try to approximate the full stance. “Turn my face away? Like this?” she asked, turning her head to the side and continuing to repeat the basic steps. When he removed his hand she tried to preserve the arch, but a moment later he was tapping her back again, and she returned to the slightly straining position. When he asked if she needed the hand, she replied, “No, I think I've got it.”