Heartbeat Dance Novels & Stories

He asked her, which made Marissa surprised. “Oh, my-my! You actually want me to pressurize my ankle and dance with you. Are you alright?” She asked with a smile. “Well, being a dancer, you should know that you can still dance and not hurt a sprained leg.” Cameron’s statement made Marissa frown in confusion, but she still followed him to the dance floor. A slow song was playing. So, Cameron guided Marissa and asked her to step on both his feet. At first, she was hesitant, but nonetheless did what he asked her to do.

"I have two left feet in case you haven't noticed; I don't know how to dance." I move closer to her, to whisper in her ear. "It would be like the first time we made love, just follow my lead." She gulps, covering her mouth and looking around to check if the whole room heard me. "Ace, stop." She says blushing. "Come" I ignore the eyes boring holes into my head. I take Aella's hands, guiding her to the stage. With my hands wrapped around her, we start to move slowly. She wasn't joking when she said she had two left feet, I also didn't mind her stepping on me till the song was over, what matters is that she is in my arms, where she is meant to be."

His thumb brushed gently over my cheekbone, a soft, stroking caress. I couldn’t breathe. My hands, acting on their own, came up. One settled over his, holding it against my face. The other came to rest on his chest, right over his heart. I could feel the strong, steady beat through the soft cotton of his shirt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. “Elliot,” he breathed, my name a sigh. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. “You called. How could I not come?”

Not only did the bass at the club shake the teeth right out of Quin's mouth, but it was an insistent beat that pulsed perfectly in time with the rhythm of her heart. Strobing lights cut through the dark, coloring the throngs of dancing people in sporadic flashes of intense neon blues and purples. Quin danced in the midst of the packed mass of people, moving in time with the incessant beat that drove her hips.

I've been high on the aphrodisiac that is Huxley all day. This afternoon we did our relationship dance, where each of us toyed with the idea of becoming more but pulled back at the last moment. Tonight, working in the club, our dance has been different. Noah set up strobe lights on the stage today to make a dizzying effect for the hard rock bands playing. The lights flicker and the music pounds in my soul. Huxley's body moved stiffly at first, not ready to give in to the beat, but now an hour later our bodies flow together to the music as his hands explore a small section of exposed skin at the top of my pants. I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward.

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.

He was slow at first, as if waiting for permission and when I didn’t pull away, he pulled me from the table to the center of the room. “Dance with me,” he whispered as he slipped one arm around my waist and the other found my hand. The violinist had left a soft playlist playing in the background and, since I didn’t resist, we just swayed slowly to the rhythm. My head rested against his chest, and I could feel his heart beating gently against mine. We went on for a while till things got intense and in another second, we were already kissing. It went on until he lifted me off the ground and off we went into the room.

Fiona was just drowning in her own fantasies. Unconvinced, she stood in front of him. “Do you love me, Silas?” She asked again He knew just how to stop her questions. He leaned in to kiss her, but surprisingly, she stopped him. Fiona placed his hand on her chest. He felt her heart pulsing, beating in a fine rhythm. Symptoms of a healthy heart. “Do you feel it?” She asked, her brows knitted. All he felt was her heartbeat. “Do you feel my love for you?,” She asked again.

I froze for a while before I froze and put my right hand awkwardly over her waist. Leslie smiled and said softly, "Don't worry, it's not a competition." I looked up at her in embarrassment and smiled again, feeling like a first-grader who was being taught to write by his teacher's hand, but Leslie remained patient as she added, "The third beat is the left foot forward and the right foot together... ready... Three." As soon as the words left my mouth, stupid me took another big step forward with my left foot and once again stepped on Leslie's instep. I was so annoyed that I hurriedly let go again, "Does it hurt? Better forget it, I can't really dance..."

he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I relented, allowing him to drag me onto the dance floor. The music pulsed through the ground beneath our feet, a beat so infectious that it was impossible not to move to it. We began to dance, the rhythm guiding our steps as we joined the others in their joyful celebration. I found myself losing track of time, completely immersed in the moment.