Dancing With The Strangers Novels & Stories

"What brings you here tonight, Scarlett?" "Trying to forget." "Bad breakup?" "Something like that." He leaned in, close enough that I could see the flecks of grey in his blue eyes. "Well, I'm excellent at helping beautiful women forget. Dance with me?" I glanced at the small dance floor where couples swayed to something slow and jazzy. The thought of being held by a stranger, of pretending for even a moment that I was normal, that my life wasn't imploding, was tempting.

She turned to see a beautiful stranger staring at her with an innocent smile on his beautiful face. "May I have this dance?", he said hoarsely, holding out an open palm to her. She nodded and placed her tiny manicured hand on his large one, walking by him to the dancefloor where they went into the position of waltzing. "I'm Omari", he smiled again. She could already feel that weird feeling in her stomach, her cheeks were getting hot.

No, the reason those strangers are pointing and whispering to each other about us is that we make it obvious that we are together and that strangers who don't know us are wrong. "People are watching," I say quietly to Travis. "Who?" "Look," I tell him, and he deliberately turns us around so he can see people whispering conspiratorially to each other. "I see them," he says and from the tone of his voice, I can tell that he is not very happy with that either. "Maybe we should stop dancing?" "No! I'm not going to stop dancing with you, they can make fun of us all they want, I'm not interested, I'm not dancing with them, I'm dancing with you"

It's not too cold, which is perfect for me. Lucas soon joins me and takes my hand as we both walk down the stairs and start swimming. Dancing With A Stranger by Sam Smith starts playing, and I hum the lyrics while I move in the water. Lucas swims closer to me and sings with me. He takes my hands, and we start dancing. It's strange to move my arms and legs underwater, but it's fun. I laugh when he places his hand on my waist because it tickles me. I put my arms around his neck and sing, "Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger."

Darvan watched as Cassia hesitated, her eyes flicking between the stranger’s mask and his outstretched hand. The stranger seemed so calm and self-assured. With no polite way to say no, she reluctantly placed her hand in his. Darvan let out a scoff, but the loud music drowned it out. “I guess so,” Cassia said, and Darvan scoffed again, irritation bubbling inside him. What annoyed him even more was the crowd. The crowd burst into cheers as the stranger led Cassia to the center of the floor. The music shifted to a slow, enchanting tune. The stranger held Cassia gently, moving with effortless grace as he guided her through the dance.

I’m tipsy already and the only thing I can hear in my head as I dance with Tiwa is Leo’s confession. I’m a good dancer and with alcohol in my system, I’m better. I sway to the music blasting loudly from the stereo as I rub up against a stranger. I barely can make out his features and also because I don’t care. I just want to have fun and push Dominique Gray to the back of my head. The stranger rubs up against me, with his arms around me as we dance to the music. Tiwa is also dancing with a stranger, her arms are around the guy’s shoulders and his arms are around her waist.

Looking around the room he saw the heat in the eyes of most of the men watching her and his eyes darkened, ‘Oh no, my beautiful English rose, this time you do not get away from me.’ He stood up startling Franco and Rocky and without a word, he walked onto the dance floor the man dancing with Gabriella looked at him in surprise when he cut in, ‘Go, I will finish this dance The stranger released her instantly knowing who he was he spun her into Dante’s arms, ‘We really have to stop meeting like this.’

I hadn’t done this in forever, hell even when I was still single and free, I’d only danced against strangers twice in my life, and even then it felt wrong, but for some reason dancing against this tall handsome British man felt right and freeing, maybe it was the liquor working, but either way I was enjoying myself and there was no single thought of Lucas running through my mind, he could burn in hell for all I cared. I swayed my hips from side to side against the stranger’s groin and he happily held me against him with his strong veiny hands, god everything about him was masculine and perfect. “You’re not much of a dancer, are you?” I asked realization finally dawning in on me that unlike t

But she insisted, "Tonight you will. Bartender, two 'Sex on the Beach,' please." After five glasses of liquor, we were partying hard, dancing amidst the sweaty bodies. Someone tapped my shoulder lightly, and I looked up to see a pair of intense eyes staring at me. "May I dance with you?" the stranger asked. I looked up at the stranger, taken aback by his good looks. He had intense dark eyes and dark hair that was styled in a messy yet attractive way. He was dressed in a black suit that showed off his broad shoulders and muscular build. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I wanted to dance with a stranger. But before I could respond, Claudia nudged me and whispered, "Go for it, girl!"

the stranger asked, their voice melodic and captivating. Amelia hesitated, torn between the allure of the masked stranger and the magnetic connection she felt with Adrian. She glanced back at Marcy, who offered an encouraging nod and then turned her attention to Adrian, who watched her intently. Taking a deep breath, Amelia placed her hand in the stranger's, accepting their invitation. As they glided onto the dance floor, the music enveloped them, their movements a delicate balance of elegance and tension. The masked stranger's touch was gentle yet commanding, their steps perfectly synchronized.