Come Dance With Me Movie Cast Novels & Stories

I promptly begin singing along to all the songs at the start of the film and dancing around happily. "You seem to know the movie pretty well." Tate comments after the third song, Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend. "I know the dances as well." I retort with a wink, flipping a few pieces of bacon. "This I have to see." He chuckles, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Depends on how sore my muscles are," I say coyly, smiling when he moves to wrap his arms around me from behind. "Well, then they are going to be sore for a while." He whispers, nipping my mark and causing me to moan as his lips leave soft kisses trailing along my neck and shoulder.

At seven months pregnant, I barely had the strength to stay on my feet, yet I had danced. Seven dances. The first, with Ryan. He had dipped me low, kissed me breathless, and I knew, just by the explosion of camera flashes, that it would be tomorrow’s headline. After him came, my father and Pops, followed by Arjun and Michael, who had nearly argued over who got to dance with me first. Then Gavin was there with his eyes tearing and telling me how happy he was to see Ryan finally getting all the happiness he deserved and he even thanked me, making me almost sob in the middle of the dance floor.

Then I hear a familiar voice, deep and warm, cutting through the noise. “Dance with me, Leah.” I turn, finding Mateo standing there, a grin on his face and mischief in his eyes. He’s holding out his hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I don’t dance,” I say, laughing lightly. “I’m terrible at it.” “Doesn’t matter,” he says, his grin widening. “No one here cares about being perfect. Just move.” His words pull me in, that sense of freedom impossible to resist. I look around, noticing the older woman twirling with carefree joy and a few younger men laughing as they stomp their feet in time to the beat.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress.

He asks me holding his hand out. I look to Terry and Joan who are standing near me at the bar waiting for our drinks. It looks like its going to be a minute before our drinks are ready so I mindlink them and let them know to bring my drink to me on the dance floor and I would be dancing with Alpha Callen. I smile and take his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor as ‘Wolves’ by Selena Gomez comes on. It’s the perfect mix of fast and slow that I can use to tease the SHIT out of Alpha Callen.

“Always.” Dianne found herself laughing freely, the music pulling her out of her thoughts. Roy leaned in close so she could hear him over the sound. “I forgot how much you love to dance.” She grinned. “I forgot how bad you are at pretending you don’t.” He laughed. “Expose me why don’t you.” Across the floor, Maya grabbed Dianne’s hand suddenly. “Come on,” she said. “I want a girls’ moment.” Before Dianne could protest, she was pulled into the center, Nadia joining them moments later.

He looked at me, his expression quite difficult to read. "That is how to act like a newly wedded couple, Belle." He said. Turning away from his gaze, I placed by chin on his shoulder and allowed him to continue to sway me to the rhythm of the music. A lot of pictures were taken of us as others in attendance stared, wondering who I was dancing with Christian Martin. "You shouldn't do that Christian." I said, keeping my voice low. "You had no right to do that" "Don't get ahead of yourself. It was just a kiss. One to show that we are together, nothing more." He reminded me.

Liora's lips parted to give a witty response but she closed her mouth and then smiled softly. “Thank you Mr Frost” The music got heightened and they continued moving on the floor dancing effortlessly and with grace. People were still watching, jaws dropping and whispers flying. “Look at them…” “They dance so well” “Is that really Damien Frost?” “And Liora Morgan?” “What is going on?” “They’re dancing together…” “I thought they were enemies” “They are enemies” The music began to slow and the duo slowed down their dancing until the last note of the dropped and they both stopped; stepping backwards and then giving each other a little bow.

Micah chuckled, "He does seem like an okay guy, though." She nodded in affirmation and watched as he turned to Gab, taking her hands in his. "Will you do me the honor of having this dance?" An 'awwwn' escaped from her lips and she clasped her fingers in front of her chest, "Say yes, Gabby." The girl in question shook her head but there was a smile in her eyes as she said, "Let's go Romeo." Gab linked their fingers together and paused, giving Maya a look. She cast a glance at the dance floor then returned her face to Maya's,

But was Leon’s heart beating as loudly as hers? “If you’d like to know, this is my second time dancing,” Leon spoke, swinging her gently this time, letting her to enjoy the dance that were both wild and elegant. She looked at his eyes, almost forgetting how to dance as Leon led her every steps. “Really? I find that odd or maybe you’re just talented?” “I’d like to say the first person I danced with was a person who expect the best dance,” Leon turned her body, walking nearer to the edge of the lake as the music reached its climax.