Romans & histoires Dancing With The Strangers

We continue jigging around to the pulsing rhythm, giggling to ourselves. Suddenly, Lora bumps into a fairly cute, tall guy. He turns around with a boyish grin to apologize, but Lora dances with him instead. I close my eyes again, lift my arms into the air, and continue on my own. I can feel the bodies bouncing off each other, arms to arms, chest to chest. Sweat, smoke, and alcohol odors are mixing, but I don’t mind. “Hey,” a stranger whispers in my ear from behind me. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

"I swear even the stars don't shine like you. You make me scream at the top of my lungs at just the mere thought of you. I swear I don't know what is wrong with me but whenever you're around even if you aren't you're always in my mind and I get crazy and intoxicated just by the memories in my head of you." Edward gulped not at all following what happening at this moment. "Listen you've mistaken me for someone—" his lips were sealed shut by the stranger's hand on them. The stranger shook his head. "Don't talk. I love you without saying anything at all." He smiled again flashing his perfect white teeth on Edward. "I saw you dancing last night and I must say I swear I've never been more ent

Somewhere along the line, I had forgotten how to construct full sentences. The smirk on the stranger's face showed that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He was dangerous and I felt myself being pulled under his allure. Stretching out a hand with one behind his back, he asked again. “Dear Stranger, may I have this dance?” I shouldn't agree. I had a job to do, but when he said it like that—with that voice and that face—I realized that I could do my job and dance with this handsome stranger, at the same time.

The corners of his lips lifted in a triumphant smile, his left arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, his right arm caught hold of her hand, dragging her to the crowded dance floor. Evelyn was stumped. She didn't realize what was happening until she was actually dancing - with the stranger, on a dance floor – a dance which she did not know how to do. The stranger was actually making her dance, dragging her along in a series of moves which left her baffled. She did not realize until then, that she could actually dance? Evelyn narrowed her eyes, glaring back at the stranger, trying to stop the dance. He just easily pulled her along and laughed at her attempts to set h

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.

Although today things were made more complicated by her breakneck footwear! However, at the moment she was determined not to show it in any way and was hoping for a slow song that would suffice if she just rocked back and forth. The stranger stopped in the middle of the parquet, turned around and pulled her sweeping towards him so that she almost crashed into his body. But he caught her with the other arm and began to turn with her. His grip was that of an experienced dancer, as he swirled so lightly with him. The music was engaging - not too fast, thank God - and the mysterious stranger studied her expression with every movement. The corners of his mouth twitched happily in a charming smile

And the hatred blazed in them when he met her gaze in the glass—a hundred flickers of fire that could scorch her in so many ways. Nausea bubbled through her and Kassandra stumbled. Shaking uncontrollably, she wrapped her fingers around the nape of the twenty-something guy she had been dancing with for the last quarter of an hour. Although it was more of him holding her boneless body up. Thankfully, the stranger’s face was blurry to her. She didn’t want to remember anything from this night tomorrow. She moved her feet slowly in rhythm with the beat of hip-hop blaring around them. His hands moved over her hips, hesitated, then moved back up over her back before embracing her.

Even some people would go crazy if they were in Eros' position. "Are you interested in Eros?" asked the stranger while squinting his eyes suspiciously, without any shame Laura nodded her head slowly and her smile widened. "Yes, I'm interested."

She found it funny and cute. Bea was the one who asked her to dance, yet she’s now gone. She thought that maybe she’s just in the crowd and feeling herself. Or, dancing with someone else. She doesn’t know. She sighed and planned to get back on their table. When all of a sudden—an erotic saxophone started to play creating luscious and seductive music. She can’t help but get swayed by the music and joined the crowd. For a second, she forgot about Bea. An arm wrapped around her hips. She swayed with the music, against the body of a stranger.