His feet moved like a newborn deer’s would, stumbling over themselves as he did his best to not drop you onto the muddy ground. The rain poured on the two of you, his hair becoming soaked and frizzy, but he didn’t mind dancing with you.

A hand supported your lower back as he leaned in, guiding you into a dip. He smiled at you, obviously a bit proud of himself for not dropping you. As he pulled you back up, he chuckled a small bit. “See? Didn’t bump that pretty head of yours.”