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and the crowd seems to agree with him. Turning fully to me, “may I have this dance miss Downs?” He asked pleading with his eyes, I turned to Dad and he clearly didn't want me to accept but I have a name and reputation to keep, afterall it's just a dance. With a smile I said, “why not Mr Winston,” loudly I said, “but dancing with me doesn't guarantee you'll be one of my suitors.” I could hear the crowd laugh and immediately the music began again. Daniel brought out his hands for me to take but Dad held me back before I could place my hands on his,

"I am sorry" "Not sorry, but more likely be strong, that is what I want you to do, I already get it, I accept that I can never change your heart and mind about Amber, we cant just simply unloved a person with so much memory within us, I am no match with her but please make me help you at least for this night, dont run, face it, I am just here, I wont leave you, now, may I have a dance with you?"

I meant, no, there were one too many people there that didn't have to see me dance ,so I refused. I didn't want to embarrass myself by abruptly singing in my boss's car..What if that annoyed her even more considering that everything I did seemed to spoil her mood for the worst ,so I had to fight that strong urge to sing and just let myself sink in with the smooth lyrics of that amazing song instead.. Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared 'before the stars alone For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say good bye And now I'm glad that I didn't know

Confirming the prior action, Luke nods. “Por pabor… the music would now turn in mellow,” he speaks up then the audiences goes out from the dance floor when the music is now turning soft and sweet. A classic 80’s love song is playing. Some are couples are on the dance floor—embracing each other to the beat. Luke is blushing when looking at the face of Dylan. “Baila mi amigo.” He taps the shoulder of Luke then he stands up clearing his throat. Dylan is dumbfounded when seeing his grey eyes gazing so sweetly.

But music made it better. “If I can manage music, will you dance for me?” “Yes.” “And for no one else?” “For no one else.”

The kind that surprises you on the way out. “I haven’t heard that sound in a long time,” Damon said, watching me like it mattered. “I haven’t felt like laughing in a long time.” For a moment, it didn’t feel weird. But I regretted how much truth was In it. The music came on. Slow and calm. The kind that doesn’t ask permission, just expects you to move. “Dance with me?” He held out his hand like there was any version of this where I would say no. I did hesitated, staring at him for second— and then I took his hand.

"You had to verify?" "Yeah. Sorry." He shot me a winsome smile. "Don't want to lose you." "It's getting late." I said. Since Jules was gone, I was no longer interested in staying anymore. "I want to dance with you. Just one dance and then if you'll give me your permission, I'd like to drive you home." He rose to his feet. "I'm not much of a dancer." I shook my head. It was a lie but he'd have to find that out for himself.

He finally made his request. " Well... " She hesitated. " Please? " " Um... Okay. " She finally relented after putting in a lot of thought. " Wow! Thanks! " He cheered happily and Essy rolled her eyes. " So may I? " He asked with a bow as he stretched his hands out to her. Essy simply placed her hands on his without replying. Soon she was also led to the dance floor. At that moment, Perfect by Ed Sheeran began playing in the background.

I added, “Yes?” “Can you come up with some kind of dance? I don’t want it like the Dance of Connection, I want it to be something every single person can learn regardless of rank. This will never be an exclusive pack. He smiled and started salsaing on the ground swaying his hips. Nearby children pointed and laughed as he blushed and scampered them away.

Clinton knew what I was thinking. “It's just a dance, if I can't drink, then at least let me move my body,” I said, and he sighed. "Fine, but I'm warning you, Jess, if you try anything funny, we will go straight home.” “Thank you,” I stood up and pecked his lips before I ran to the dance floor and started dancing. I played with my hair while my hips swung to the music. I freely moved and glanced at Clinton at times, who was glaring at me, he showed me four fingers, which meant I had only four minutes.