Slow Dance Romantic Novels & Stories

she said once again with sincerity. ** ** The stage was set for a romantic dance, the floor was open to all. Hired dancers were the first to engage and slowly, other couples began to join. Valse à Deux; a gentle dance from the old world French charm, it was beautiful to watch. Jimmy looked like he was about to ask Anna but out of nowhere, Mr. Blackwood approached them. “Miss Ann, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” he invited with a graceful bow as culture demands.

I smiled, downing the last drink in my glass. "Would you dance with me?" he asked. My eyes widened. "Excuse me?" "Come on." He stood, extending his hand. "They're playing 'Il Mondo' by Jimmy Fontana. It's my favourite." I looked at his hand. Then at the dance floor, where couples swayed under dim lights. I nodded slowly and placed my hand in his. The lights went low. The music swelled — slow, romantic, timeless. Everyone on the dance floor moved in the same rhythmic beat, bodies pressed close, eyes half-closed.

Chapter 22: A Dance in the Dark The music softened into something slower, older, the kind of song that wrapped itself around the room like silk. The lights dimmed just slightly, casting everything in a golden warmth, and the dance floor filled with swaying bodies lost in rhythm and reverence. Dominic turned to me, offering his hand. “Dance with me?”

As if we're in some sort of romantic movie, the upbeat music suddenly turned into a slow song, one more quite and calm than the last song. Karl doesn't give me an answer. Instead, he pulls me by my hand towards the center of the office to join the rest of the couples sharing a slow dance. Sliding on hand against my hip and the other holding my hand, Karl started to move me in a slow circle with the soft melody of the song. I couldn't resist to look up at my husband as he pulled me closer, flushing our bodies into one. He looked at me with such intensity that threatened to make my knees weak. Karl leaned in closer to my ear again, making me wonder how he does that when he's so damn taller th

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "May I have this dance?" He asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My smile widened, a tiny spark dancing in my eyes. "I thought you'd never ask." We stepped onto the dance floor, the music a slow, seductive pulse. He took my hand in his, my skin soft and warm against his calloused palm. As we swayed to the rhythm, the world around us faded away. It was just him and me, lost in the melody, the heat of our bodies radiating in the cool night air.

So he could do whatever he wanted with this woman. Like being electrocuted, Rena gracefully started it all, dancing like a ballet on a contest stage. Her long legs were also snaking around Romeo, who was still watching silently. Rena's hand grabbed Romeo's neck and said, "Dancing with me?" Not wanting to linger, Romeo immediately grabbed Rena's hips and danced like a pro. No music could be heard. They use imagination connected. They were synchronizing the rhythm of footsteps into such a great dance. "I'm happy when we meet under these circumstances." Romeo hugged Rena. They are changing their dance to be slower with small steps. Enjoy the serene atmosphere.

She shakes her head and the more I look at her, the more it hurts me of what I will be doing. "I want you to dance with me Miranda Rose." I held her hand and pulled her to where there was much of a bigger space. She obliged with sad eyes as I tell her, "I've been into slow dancing lately." I smile at her weakly. I place her arms around my neck and wrapped my arms around her waist as tight as I can. I held her body against mine and we swayed as I begin to hum the the same song we danced to a few nights ago. She was barefoot while I was on my socks as we were dancing on our living room. I watch her as she rest her head against my chest while I begin to sing the lyrics of Can’t Help Falling In

He asks. I felt flushed and breathless as I slowly take his hand and he led me to the dance floor. It just so happens the band was playing a slow song. He takes me in his arms and begins to lead me in a slow dance. Having drunk three beers already I was warm and feeling a buzz. I look up at him and he looks down at me. We were not the only ones dancing on the floor but at this moment in time, it felt as if we were the only two. I couldn’t pull my eyes away nor did I want to. The song was a romantic love song and Mitch held me so tight it felt like he was feeling possessive of me. His hands rub my back and he kept sniffing my hair and nuzzling my neck every chance he got.

“Dance with me.” Her fingers slipped into his, and they walked together onto the dance floor. The spotlight caught them as the music swelled. Damon’s arm circled her waist, pulling her close, while her hand rested gently against his shoulder. They moved in perfect rhythm, step by step, almost as if they had been rehearsing this moment all their lives.

There are only a couple of times we are separated, but otherwise I stay by her side. It’s hard to focus on anything other than her, my beautiful mate. The future feels so bright, like there isn’t a single thing that can bring us down. Not even the enemy we worried about. “Love, will you come have a dance with me?” She laughs and links her fingers with mine, allowing me to guide her to the floor. The music changes to a romantic waltz. I pull her close and we begin to move. All eyes on us, seeing how well we move together, her allowing me to lead.