by Tess Oliver
Nathaniel held tightly to my arm to keep me from falling face first. "I'm such a clumsy dolt."
"I wouldn't expect to see you in an of these theateres perfoming a dance, but I like the way you move. You're rather like a feathery sprite with just enough swishing from side to side." he said.
Curse the involintary blush that was impossible to hide. "I swish? Exactly what part of me swishes?" I brought up his family, but I was relieved we'd changed subjects. Even though the subject was making my cheeks burn.
He grinned down at me. "All the right parts."
