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Sam felt himself drifting closer to Charlotte.

Her lips were slightly parted, moist from the drink she’d been sipping. He wondered what her mouth tasted like...

“Hey, you two, come on out on the dance floor!”

He didn’t know who yelled, but it was enough to sober Sam. “Would you like to dance?” He asked the question the way he’d been doing everything since Charlotte arrived at the resort—without thinking it through.

Charlotte blinked and stood up. Sam took that as an affirmative.

He rose from his chair and followed her to the makeshift dance floor, where she turned to face him. How much trouble could they get into dancing to this fast-paced Taylor Swift song anyway?

But they no sooner got into the rhythm when the song ended and a slow ballad came on.

Sam did the only thing he could think to do. He put his arms out and she unhesitatingly slid against him, as if they’d been doing this for years.

This was a very bad idea.