Holding her hips proved to be too much for him, especially for his teenage boy hormones, and to avoid any unwanted slip-ups he relocated his hands to the small of her back, which was easier for him to reach anyway. So he was doing just fine? He didn't think he was. He could tell he was botching up all over the place. The thought of ending this humiliating dance sounded like a relief, but trying to maintain conversation with her after this? It sounded just as harrowing and induced more anxiety. Keeping himself from launching into explosive volume was a huge undertaking of self-discipline.

"YEA- SH-shi...Sure... we could do that..."