“Careful, darling.”

Caitlyn’s quick to swoop you up before you fall on your ass, heels clicking against the ballroom floor, hand sliding up your back to cup underside your neck. Her knee supports your butt, one hand on your hip to steady you. An amused expression taking over her usually stoic face, chapped lips pressed into a soft smile.

Caitlyn’s touch is firm, resuming with gently guiding you along with her fluid movements. Socked feet stepping on her loafers to get used to the repetitive motion of stepping side to side, back and forth. The occasional spin here and there.

“What did I say about watching your step?” she asks with a tease on her tongue, pulling you forward to hold your body against hers; cradling you against your chest.

Shes so much more experienced at ballroom dancing, it almost makes you embarrassed. Having to have to teach you for the upcoming gala tonight.

“Clumsy girl.”