Ethan stood there, looking at me with his dreamy blue eyes. I had been trying to ignore it. 

He sparked something inside me that I feared might consume me if I wasn’t careful. I’d been hurt before and didn’t want to go through that again.

He held my hand and gently guided me towards the dance floor. I thought about protesting and keeping my guard up, but he noticed my hesitation. 

His grip was gentle as he slowly tugged me along. I realized there was no point in resisting; he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

As we approached the dance floor, people started to move away, giving...