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Len felt the way this woman moved against him and decided that it was a good thing most of the local blue laws had been repealed. Of course, the folks of Oxford could still be a little quaint in the way they thought.
That thought stayed in his mind as Emony led him off the dance floor, fingers lacing in his.
"Surely there's somewhere a little less public we could go and … dance?" the gymnast asked in Len's ears.
"I think that is a good suggestion," he agreed, guiding her out to hire a hopper to take them back to his place. The pre-med student would have to listen the next time his friends told him to take a breath of air from his studies, if this is what could happen.