[She giggles again at the motion, spinning once, twice, three times and -- oh. Dizzy. Okay, it's too late at night for those kinds of moves. She has to blink a few times as she settles back into something like a rhythm, though decidedly less-coordinated than she'd been just a minute ago, leaning a little more into his arms for support.]
I'd say it's your turn now, but I'll need a minute. [She huffs another laugh through her nose with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.] We should have danced earlier, I think.
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I'd say it's your turn now, but I'll need a minute. [She huffs another laugh through her nose with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.] We should have danced earlier, I think.