Can L Have This Dance Novels & Stories

“Well lucky for you, I am not here to judge your skills, just felt like twirling a pretty girl around the dance floor for a bit.” Pretty girl? He thinks I am pretty! My cheeks warm, and I try to play it cool. He pulls me out to the dance floor by my hand, moving in time with the beat even as he gets us out there. I took dance classes for years before the collapse, but that was for jazz, ballet, things like that. This sultry latin vibe they have going here tonight is something I have only tried out with people on the farm. God, I hope I don’t embarrass myself.

“Thanks, man. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” He scoffed at that. “Nah,” he said, swatting the air. “You deserve this.” “Kian, come and dance with me!” Gia beckoned, waving me over to the middle of the room. Blade obliged Lauren with a slow dance to Foreigner’s “Waiting For A Girl Like You.” My shoulders sagged, and I grimaced as if to say, “Seriously? Do I have to?” Inside the Cage, I could move like lightning, but out on the dance floor, I had two left feet and gigantic shoes. There was no way I could pull all that Patrick Swayze shit, even if they had shoved my baby in the corner.

I heard Delania gasp next to me and I said, “She absolutely will. You go enjoy the rest of this song and I will find us a song to dance to.” As I made my way over to the man with the radio, Delania caught up and said, “Baylor, I don’t dance.” I don’t either but I know enough to fake my way through. “Listen, Lizzy just wants to feel special. I can’t really dance either but if I can find the right song I can show her what a line dance is and she’ll be happy,” I explained. “You’re crazy, you know that?” she replied. “Yeah maybe, but you like crazy,” I teased.

Lia nodded in a confused manner. Then she suddenly realized. Dance. She didn't know how to dance. She knew how to dance but that couldn't be performed here. She couldn't of the diet from THE SKYCLOUD. That was a kind of modern dance not ballroom dance. She was pretty sure this group of people wouldn't appreciate that. She was thinking of a way to tell Aster but before she figured out, they were there. "Hey Aster. I know it's the wrong time to tell, but I don't know how to dance this kind of dance."

LILITH’S POV: Our hands fall away from the other, seeing as the dance style requires both partners to move together but never touch. We have a brief stare down, a silent wish; may the best man win, whispers into the air between us and then I begin. I swirl around, holding my dress with one hand and the other hand up while swaying my hips and tapping my feet against the hard earth, putting out my best almost instantly. Kain moves as well, dancing more expertly than I’d imagine. His feet work is almost perfect as his taps, with the hastened beat against the floor.

But Lily, being a free spirited bad girl that she was, went out to the dance floor to find a partner to dance with. There were several people on the dance floor, rocking each other, twerking, and giving lap dances to themselves. Lily found a partner, while I cheered her on from where I sat. It's not like I was totally shy or scared to dance, the thing is, I can't even dance to save my life. So instead of going on to the dance floor and embarrassing my ancestors, I'd rather sit down on my seat and do one of those hand/belly dances in peace.

Girl like me is playing again. The heat that's been radiating between the two of us the entire night is electric and I don't want it to end. I wish that I could have this moment for life! I never knew she could dance like this, as much as I know she's under the influence of alcohol, so am I, because I drank more than I usually do but I'm just a little tipsy.

I say wriggling my toes as I sit down and he nods before placing a track into the stereo and fiddling with some buttons. As Let it Go by James Bay starts playing, Aiden moves over to where I am and extends his hand, “Can I have this dance?” he asks and I laugh “You don’t slow dance to songs like this.” I say and he scoffs “Says who?” he asks before pulling me into his arms and moving to the middle of the room.

Graham shifted uncomfortably, clearly out of his element. Lily fidgeted with the hem of her sparkly silver top. But Lena’s lips spread into a satisfied smile — they were here. Now all she had to do was loosen them up. “Come on,” she shouted over the pounding beat, tugging Lily’s hand. “You can’t just stand here like statues. Let’s dance!” Lily hesitated, then let herself be pulled forward. Maya, Lucas, Graham, and Liam followed reluctantly, weaving through sweaty bodies until they found a small clearing near the center of the dance floor.

I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nah, I’ll dance with him later tonight," she said, raising her hand to me with a playful grin. I placed my hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her touch as she led me to the dance floor. She gently wrapped her other arm around my waist, and we began to sway to the music, moving in perfect harmony. I love classic dance; my dad and I used to dance together all the time, and it brought back such fond memories. The rhythm enveloped us, and for a moment, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us lost in the music and the joy of the moment. "This dance would have been so awkward if we were surrounded by all of America," I say, shaking my head at the thoug