Lissianna said, smacking Thomas in the arm. “What were you thinking? They don’t waltz here.”
“I was thinking I didn’t want my uncle clasping my butt, and our chests rubbing together as he stepped on my feet while trying to shuffle me around the floor,” Thomas answered dryly.
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