Slow Dance Romantic Novels & Stories

First song up was a slow one, with Sarah and Mitch starting off on their own until multiple couples joined them. "Would you like to dance, my love?" Rhode asks me sweetly as more couples from around the room stand and move onto the dance floor. I can barely hide the smile on my face as I shrug his suit Danteet off my shoulders, take his hand and walk over to the dance floor. Rhode 's hand delicately cups mine as his other sits on the small of my back, coaxing me close to his chest as he begins to sway us slowly in time with the sounds of one of my favourite songs.

I raised my hand and waved at her. Like an idiot. She grinned and waved back. One of the girls caught her hand and dragged her towards the dance floor. I checked my watch. Two more hours and then I would have Blue's undivided attention. Somehow time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. It was time for the couple to dance, and everyone had already chosen their partners. I placed my hands on Blue's waist, her arms around my neck and we swayed to Elvis Presley's Can't help falling in love. I wasn't even a sappy guy, but this was so romantic, I knew the song by heart and found myself lip-syncing to it.

She felt her body melting into his and a deep desire to give in to the pleasure that was sure to come when they would go to their suite. Sonia and Vipin danced with an elegant grace that seemed to defy gravity. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, effortlessly gliding across the dance floor. Sonia's lithe form swayed with delicate fluidity, her movements as smooth as silk. Her long, flowing gown swirled around her, accentuating her every motion. As the music played softly in the background, they moved effortlessly, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. Their love for one another intensified at that precise moment in the dimly lit room, leaving them with memories that will live on fore

She walked away, but I could feel the anger in her steps. I turned to Dorian slowly. “What was that?” I asked quietly. Dorian looked at me like he didn’t understand why I was questioning it. “You’re here with me,” he said. “That’s what it is.” Before I could respond, the music changed. A slow song. Romantic. And Dorian extended his hand toward me. “Dance,” he said. My eyes widened. “No.” “Don’t embarrass me,” he said. I stared at him for two seconds, then placed my hand in his.

“Fine. You can come. But I’m specifically requesting a room with two beds. No funny business.” Archibald puts both hands up. “No funny business, I promise.” As she drains the last of her beer, the music fades out to something quieter, and the DJ leans into the mic again. “This one’s for all the couples out there. Let’s slow things down a little! Now’s the time to grab your lover and come on out to the dance floor.” He presses a few buttons, and then a slow ballad starts playing. Isabella vaguely recognizes it—maybe from a drama she watched a long time ago.

After several minutes of dancing to intense music and several jumps, the DJ calms down the atmosphere a bit and giving way to the different couples on the dance floor, he plays a slow song, making everyone embrace each other and start dancing to a ballad. Looking confused looking at all the other people around us, Victoria asks me, "What is this, what's wrong?" "It's a slow song, don't you know how to dance to it?" I ask her moving closer to her, "Come, just put your hands on my shoulders, and move to the sound of the music."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Eric and Sara watched them from a distance. "They look so good together," Sara remarked. Eric took a swig of whisky and fixed his intense gaze on her. "Care to dance?" He asked, setting down the glass. Sara looked at him, puzzled. Eric extended his hand towards her. "Eric, we're not exactly young..." Sara started. "Dance with me..." Eric insisted, taking her wrist and leading her to the dance floor. Holding her gently, he locked eyes with her as they swayed to the music. The dimmed lights created a more romantic atmosphere, and the music grew softer. Jemma and Jay locked eyes for a prolonged moment.

The ribbon only went as far as a low velvet platform, lit from above, where Eliana stood in a powder-pink slip dress—hair curled and eyes shining. He let his keys fall mid-step. "Happy one month," she told him, voice shaking with happiness. "Welcome home." He gazed at her. She was heavenly. He moved forward slowly. Eliana offered her hand. "Dance?" He spread his arms. "Always." She nestled in his hold as the music started up: "La Vie en Rose" so sweet, so ideally theirs. After the Slow Song Damian twirled her out, dipped her, then swept her up with ease.

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.