Película Baila Conmigo Novels & Stories

knowing that he wants me. I pull myself off the barstool making my way to Giovanni. I place my small right hand on his thigh as I don't break eye contact. "Balla con me" I whisper in his ear, clasping his arm and dragging him to the dance floor. [ translation: Dance with me. ] I start swaying my hips along with the beat. Giovanni watches me while I freely dance and an idea pops up in my head as the next song starts to play.

, he says, sitting down. I throw my hair back, hooking my arm in Blanca's, who is holding Angelina, and we leave the box, heading down to the dance floor. I walk down the stairs with Blanca and Angelina, crossing the illuminated corridor towards the dance floor. The place is bustling and the neon lights run through the room with a contagious energy. We stop in the middle of the dance floor, spinning gently. I stand in front of Blanca and, holding hands, we begin to roll on the floor in slow, sensual movements, without looking away. We stood up, with our backs to each other, our bodies moving in perfect sync, sliding to the floor once again, keeping the rhythm of the music.

Not bad" is an exaggeration. I can’t believe I have never come across this place. Best way to relax. What dance do you think that is?” They both looked over at the man as he pretended to miss his step and raised his hand for one of the women to help him up. Celia laughed again and said “Oh, they know what he is doing. And they are allowing him. Oh, I wish life could be just that simple. The dance? I think salsa and a touch of their version of tango. I have never asked them. I enjoy it whenever I see them out here. They have gotten used to me, I would say” she beamed at Reyona as she added. "I could even say I am a part of the group at this point. Their silent admirer.”

Before I can protest, she has already taken my hand in hers. “I don't know how to dance!” I attempted to fight her hold. “You don't need to know how to dance, to dance! Everyone can dance, don't you know that? Nodding of your head and stamping of feet? You've got that, babe!” She chuckled as she shook her waist, “we've got to shake what Mama gave us.” She let go of my hand and walked over to the DJ. She whispered into his ears before she skipped back to where I was.

I know it's ballad but… I felt attacked how melancholic it is. The partner were starting to changed so I eyed Rex. I forced myself to smile while dancing. And I know it's bad when I turn for the opposite side. Making the dance chaotic. So even though I wanted to, I never did. I couldn't look straight when Klaud hand snaked on my waist.

To think these girls are trained assassins. "Damn, I love what I am seeing" Diego mumbles watching as the girls surround Mia. On cue, a booming base of partition starts playing and they start moving to the beat. All the girls move in sync, not even a single wrong step from any of them. My heart skips when Mia, joins the erotic dance but unlike the others, she has a dancing partner. "Fuck, Rico. Mia, you promised" Diego complains and she chuckles, sensually gliding her hands all over my body. She's hot. Fuck she is making me so hot in front of all these people. Did they practice this?

When the melody ended, Elsa and Myriam applauded. “Our turn,” Elsa declared, took a sip of tequila, and requested a song. The notes of A quién le importa by Thalía began to play through the speakers. Elsa grabbed the microphone, pulled Myriam along to dance with her, and they both began to sing the song together. They swayed their hips, moving with sensual rhythm. Gerald sipped his tequila, never taking his eyes off Myriam. A smile spread across his face as he listened to her sing.

He hadn’t smiled once. “Go have fun!” Bella urged, dragging me toward the dancers. Before I could say a word, a stranger appeared out of nowhere. Tall, with sharp cheekbones, and dark hair that caught the lights. He caught my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Dance with me,” he said, his grin quick and bold. “Do it, Aria!” Bella laughed, giving me a push straight into his arms. And suddenly I was moving. The music wrapped around me, loud and heavy, pulling me into its rhythm. My partner guided me with an easy confidence, his hand sliding across my waist as he pulled me closer.

"Thanks" I giggle along with her. She excuses herself and I look at Amir to find him looking somewhat proud He takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. The song playing is Swim by Chase Atlantic and now it's me dragging Amir to the dance floor. I start to sway my hips and throw my hands in the air.

Mira held her hand and brought her to the dance floor. "Let's dance Bailey!" She squealed. Mira had drank a few beers but she wasn't a lightweight so at least Bailey wasn't too worried about her. Bailey reluctantly started moving her hips, rolling them to the beat of the song. There were eyes on her but she dared not look yet. She wanted to enjoy this moment with her best friend who looked at least happy. She didn't want to ruin it. "Yes bitch move those hips!" Mira cheered, and lifted her hand with the red cup. Some beer spilled out but she didn't seem to care.