Follow Laura

You follow Laura back on to the dance floor. “May I have this dance?” You ask with a dumb, **** induced grin on your face. Before she can answer you take her hand and begin to dance with her, not really to the music at all.

You’re having fun, and she seems to be too. The other girls are looking at the two of you funny, but who cares?

After a little bit of dancing the two of you move to one of the couches, and she leans against you when you sit down.