Quote About Dancing Novels & Stories

Kaya kinain ko na lamang ang hiya ko at kusang ikinawit sa kaniyang leeg ang aking mga braso na siyang nagpatigil sa akma niyang pag-alis. Itinuon ko ang mga mata sa kaniyang bandang dibdib at pilit kinakalma ang aking puso dahil nagsisimula na itong magwala sa loob ko. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, sir. The truth is I don't know how to dance. Pareho kasing kaliwa ang mga paa ko. Baka maapakan lang kita," pag-amin ko. There! I said it! God, Lord! How can I save myself from this humiliation?

"I love you... Marco and happy anniversary.. ' "I love you too.. Adie.. so let's now celebrate our anniversary in the shower.. I feel so excited after seeing you dance sexily in front of me..I can't believe my wife is a very talented person.., " " Hm, stop flattering me too much.,I was also surprised to see how good you dance.,"

She watched Gael pull Lena closer to his chest, as they continued to sway to the music. “We didn’t even had a chance to dance,” she whispered unknowingly, pain and regret raking her chest. “What’s that, hija?” ani Mr. Romero na noon ay nasa tabi niya pa rin, ang mga mata nakatingin sa dancefloor. Agad siyang natauhan. “I-I j-just said they’re… t-they’re a good pair, isn’t it?” “Yes, indeed. Why don’t we dance first before you go?” anito, inilahad ang kamay sa kanya.

Her breath hitched. His chest tightened. The world blurred. A connection sparked between them—quiet but burning, forbidden yet undeniable. And then— The debut truly began. --- THE FIRST DANCE The lights dimmed slightly as the orchestra began a romantic melody. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the emcee announced, “the eighteen roses dance begins.” Harrison stepped forward, extending his hand with a slow, commanding grace. “You first dance, Azalea,” he murmured, voice low, deep, intoxicating.

His eyes lingered on mine as we kept on dancing under the moonlight. "Who would have thought that you could dance?" I jested. The side of his lips rose, shaking his head. "I don't. But I'm willing to learn if you're the reason," he uttered. I eyed him. "You should do it if you wanted to, not because I wanted you to do it. Don't wait for someone else to tell you to do it. Do it for yourself, okay?" I enlightened him. He eyed me with an amusement. Ang mga mata niya ay tumitig ng matagal sa mga mata ko bago bumaba sa mga labi ko. A dazzling smile appeared on his lips before he started to get closer to me.

“Chloe, the music is perfect and the moment is tempting. May I have the honor to have this dance with you?” Oh… a dance! I like that!

komento ko habang tinuturo ang paa niya. "Mamaya ko na lang yun susuotin. Ang init kasi sa paa," tugon niya at gumanti naman ng pagtingin sa akin. "Sigurado ka na ba diyan sa buhok mo? The last time we tried dancing, palaging nahahampas ng buhok mo ang mukha ko." "Ang harsh mo na partner ah." "Ganiyan naman talaga dapat. Kailangan nating sabihin sa isa't isa yung naiisip natin. It is still for the best of our performance after all."

“May mga tao sa paligid.” “I don’t care.” Tumayo siya, sabay alok ng kamay. “Dance with me.” “Po?” “Don’t make me ask twice.” --- Nasa gitna kami ng dance floor. Tahimik lang ang musika — slow, classical. Marahan niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko, tapos ang kamay ko sa balikat niya. “Relax,” sabi niya, mahina. “I won’t bite.”

sabi nya sakin. Forget about hyperventilating, I am gonna die tonight. "Of course, Mr. Montenegro" sabi ko sabay bigay sa kanya ng kamay ko. Tumayo na kami at naglakad sa dance floor. Malamig ang paligid pero na-o-over power yun ng kilig ko. We started slow dancing at gustong gusto ko ang tugtog. 🎶Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

He pulled me onto the dance floor, not too close, not too far-just enough space to laugh, sway to the beat, and exchange playful quips between steps. "Bakit parang hindi ka sumasayaw?" he teased, doing a tiny shoulder shimmy that made me burst into laughter. "I am dancing! Elegantly," I shot back. "Hindi ako katulad mo na parang may sariling disco ball." "Excuse me," he gasped. "This is Milan-trained groove. Limited edition 'to." "Limited dignity, you mean." He twirled me, one hand still holding mine, and for a second I forgot about everything else-the cameras, the pressure, the fact that somewhere in the room, Thorne was probably watching.