Romantic Slow Dancing Novels & Stories

I scrunched my nose up at him and he smiled softly beginning to stand back upright. "Don't wanna," he whispered softly right against my ears so he could be heard over the music. I sighed shyly letting my arms wrap around his neck as the music switched to a more romantic song. He pursed his lips together exposing his beautiful dimples and slowly I felt his strong hands crawling onto the skin of my waist letting my own lips curl into a smile. "Ah Sophie, Sophie," he sighed softly as he lifted me up settling my feet upon his feet. I hummed closing my eyes as 'slow dancing in the dark' started playing resting my forehead against his chest spinning in slow circles.

“Then stop looking like you’re about to run.” “I am about to run.” “Not in those shoes.” She looked up at him, ready to hate him a little more, but his face was calm, almost bored. Only his eyes gave him away. They were too focused on her. Too aware of every breath she took. The music softened as they reached the centre of the dance floor. A slow song. Of course. The sort of song made for romantic films and wedding videos. The sort of song people played when they wanted the world to believe in forever.

She was standing in a garden, surrounded by rose bushes and sunlight. "That's my sister," Dante said. "Amara. She's getting married in one month." Zara looked up at him. Confusion flickered across her face. "I don't understand. What does that have to do with me?" "My sister needs a dance instructor. For the wedding. For the reception." He paused. "She has been dreaming of her first dance since she was a little girl. And I want her to have it. I want to give her that moment of joy, even if the world around us is falling apart."

“Dreaming to dance with someone special with the quite slow, relaxing and romantic music, not with the fast, stomping and rhythmic music like this… It’s too noisy I think…” “Quite slow, relaxing and romantic music? I see… I see… Would you like to dance with me tonight, My Sumi Darling?” “Hah? Really? You’ll make it come true, won’t you?” asked Sumico with her beaming eyes. “Of course I will… There’s nothing difficult with that…” Virando showed his relaxed and exultant smile. “Okay… I want to dance… I want to dance…” Sumico was seen nodding her head vigorously and enthusiastically.

Soft, slow music played from the speakers. The moment I stepped inside and closed the door, the air thickened with raw tension. “You’re playing with fire again, Miss Lila,” he said, voice low and rough. “That dress is barely legal for a dance lesson.” I smiled and walked straight into his arms for the starting hold. “Maybe I don’t want a lesson tonight,” I whispered, pressing my body flush against his. “Maybe I want you to teach me something else.” We started with a slow, sensual contemporary piece. The movements were fluid and intimate — lifts, dips, and close holds that left no space between us.

He went to the DVD and put a CD player in it and a slow music started playing’. He stretched his hands forward beckoning for Hannah to come dance with him. She smiled and then took his hands and stood up from the couch. Their gaze locked as she moved closer to him and he wrapped his hands around her waist, while she placed her hands on his firm chest. The room is softly lit, the air filled with a gentle breeze. They both were enraptured in their passion, swaying to the rhythm of a slow, sultry song. They hold each other close, their bodies pressed together as they glide across the dance floor.

Author. It was a slow dance. Girls holding their partners and twirling around with their ball gowns. It was just wonderful to see. One would call this a romantic movie seeing the couples touch their nose as they danced slowly. No matter what you say about everyone, you can never get your eyes off of the Cross sisters and the Hudson brothers. They were the ones standing out from anyone else on that ground. Melissa smiled as she danced happily with Jonathan. Her eyes were locked on him the whole time.

Slowly the song came to it's verse as the couple started to sway to the music. The slow music resounded in the room as the man took the lead; holding her like his most precious possession he moved across the floor. He was an aristocrat who had learn dancing at a very small age so compared to her his moves were refined and elegant. She knew nothing about dancing as she wordlessly followed his lead, there were even times when she stepped on his feet but he didn't mind it as he helped her dance.

He tightened his hug careful enough not to squeeze me as he kissed my hair before he steps away from me while offering his hand, "You wanna dance? Like the last time.” "But there's no song." I answered as I stand on my feet. He pulled out his phone and showed it to me. "That's not a problem." I smiled at him while he was busy looking for a song on his phone. Finally, he started playing Without Words by Ray LaMontagne. He holds my hip with one hand and pulls me close while grabbing my hand with his other hand. I placed my arm on his neck as we started moving slowly to the song. I love when I slow dance with him because he’s the only one I see.

Then, the emcee announces the next part of the evening. "Now, we invite those with partners to the dance floor for a romantic dance. Please feel free to join in if you'd like to share a dance." The music shifted, slow and intimate, filling the space with a romantic melody. Marcus and Snow were the first to rise. Without hesitation, he took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. The way they moved together... it was effortless. They were perfectly in sync like they had always been meant for each other. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from them. Snow’s eyes were gleaming as she looked up at Marcus, her smile never fading. They were... happy.