At prom, I was the girl nobody wanted to dance with—except for one boy. Thirty years later, life brought us together again, and this time, he was the one who needed saving.
Emily stared at him as if he had just spoken another language. For a moment, she honestly thought he was joking. The music continued pounding across the gymnasium while colored lights spun across the ceiling, but everything around her seemed to fade into the background. “Marcus,” she said quietly, “I can’t dance.” Instead of looking…