Romans & histoires Ethan From Dance Academy

He was sneaking out back to smoke with some other seniors or dancing with one hot chick after the other on the dance floor. He seemed to be enjoying himself, actually he seemed like a fuck boy jock but he was a hot eighteen-year-old Senior boy and I was happy he was able to be just that. Life has been too complicated this year. Ethan pulled me to the dance floor and I happily obliged. Layla was in Randy's arms, which was surprising, but he was a hot boy that was actually a really good dancer too. "Hey pretty girl." Ethan pulled me close as the music turned slow and the lights dimmed down.

I whisper back. He's quiet for a bit before murmuring, "Alessandro's an idiot." Tears prick my eyes. "He's a big idiot." But the King of Royal Elite quickly leaves my mind. Ethan is such a graceful, passionate dancer. Even though this is only a slow dance, he exudes a lot of command. "You probably had lessons when you were younger," I say. Our faces are so close. It takes all I have to force my eyes to remain on his eyes. His body is strong and warm, so inviting.

To disappear from here by then, suddenly, a thick muscular voice called my name. “Georgia.” The voice pulled me back from the drowning abyss of my thoughts. I turned sharply, my breath catching the moment I saw Ethan. The guy I had run into that morning while exercising. “Oh my God.” The words left my lips in a stunned whisper. “Ethan?” He smiled, his expression calm, grounding. Before I could even process why he was here, he extended his hand. “Dance with me.” There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for rejection. He didn’t wait for me to respond. He took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor with effortless confidence.

“L-lord?“ Lord Ethan flushed. “Not much of a title. You can call me Ethan if you want.“ Freya nodded slowly, letting the information sink into her brain. “I—I don't know what to say.“ Lord Ethan smiled, not looking uncomfortable like Freya had expected. “Do you care for a dance, my lady?“ Freya studied him once again. He looked very nice and behaved well just like his face, but she still felt like she should dance with The Lord first. But then she reasoned she might have the opportunity to get answers from him if they were dancing. So she answered in the affirmative. Lord Ethan didn't say another word and led her to the wide dance floor where a more slow waltz song was playing. They started

Brandon swung his arm around my shoulders. “I got someplace I need to be.” Brandon removed his arm. “Morgan?” Before I could confirm, Claudia and her girls, Jason and Brandon’s dates, sauntered over. “Are you at least going to dance with me when we win?” I stared at the other kids dancing. I didn’t answer her, and I knew that would piss her off even more. Claudia snuggled up close to me. “C’mon, Ethan, we’re good together. We belong together.”

Mentally preparing myself to make the headlines tomorrow morning, I leaned in to Ethan, hooking free arm around around his, shifting his attention away from Sarah to me "I want to dance. The band is about to play " "Alright." Ethan raised his glass at the Srah and her parents. "Excuse me." He politely dismissed then and held my hand, the grip in them telling me what I needed to know about how he truly get underneath. When we were far away from Sarab and br parents and the guests has moved pm to resume their networking and flirting, Ethan stopped. "Do you really want to dance?" He asked me, his eyes painful.

Ethan said, already loosening his tie, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair with the easy, unhurried movement of a man who'd finally learned how to let a good day simply be good without rushing toward the next task. "What kind of nothing did you have in mind?" "This kind." He crossed to the small speaker Della kept on the counter for her own cooking playlists and scrolled through his phone until something slow and warm filled the kitchen, an old song I vaguely recognized from somewhere in my childhood, my mother humming it while she cooked on quiet Sunday afternoons. "Ethan." "Dance with me." "We're in the kitchen." "I'm aware." "There's flour on the counter from this morning." "I pro

She loves this. "The dancing steps, for me to teach you how to dance you must become a fairy. I told you how I and my sister were the last dancing fairies in our world before she gave up her dancing skills for a beautiful voice. I am the last dancing fairy and me teaching you, we are now the last dancing fairies. The steps I am going to teach you will make the humans want to be like you, but no one except you and I will know it. Even if you want to teach someone, you won't be able." "Why will my kind want to learn it?" Nora asked not understanding.

I said quietly. “Postpone?” Mom looked horrified. “Honey, all those people are already at the venue. The flowers, the catering, the musicians…everything’s ready.” “But I don’t have a proper dress—” Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, interrupting my protest. Everyone turned toward the door as a familiar figure filled the doorway. Ethan stood there in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking like he stepped off the cover of a magazine. His dark eyes took in the scene…the destroyed dress, Emma’s tear-streaked face, Mom hovering protectively, the general chaos of my bedroom.

The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect with elites, and the rich grow richer.” RECAP: Marlene and Ethan fight a dangerous attraction that could either make them—or destroy them. ⸻ ♠️ ETHAN ♠️ “Ethan… stop.” She placed a hand on my chest, and I smirked, raising my hands in surrender. “Dre told me you got into trouble,” she said softly. “And after the way my dance instructor reacted the other time, I knew Caspian might have heard about it. My brothers are very protective…” Her voice trailed off.