Slow Dancing Burning Room Novels & Stories

“That you’re a grump. And you think you’re better than everyone.” I chuckled. “He’s not wrong.” She sipped her drink, eyes lingering. “But he forgot to mention you’re hot.” I blinked. “You shouldn’t say that.” “I shouldn’t,” she agreed. “But I did.” I stared at her. She stared back. And then someone yelled, “Dance floor’s open!” and the living room lights dimmed to a pulsing red glow. A new song came on—low, slow, bass-heavy, dripping with sex. People started dancing in clusters. Grinding. Writhing. Hands on hips, mouths on necks. It was a vibe I hadn’t felt since college.

The smoke swirled and twirled, creating beautiful shapes and patterns in the air. The room came alive in a way as the smoke continued to grow thick and thicker until it seemed to fill the entire space. Guests hummed in their seats in anticipation while Tyler sat up to see what was going on, forgetting for a second about the flashlight and his phone. A dimmed light cast suddenly sparkled and he made out the three figures dancing seductively toward the room.

I protest. His lips crack into what I hope is a smile. “The cold doesn’t affect the house. Perfect heating system in here.” Arrogant much. I nod and do it. One by one, I strip until I’m left in only my red lace bra and panties. His eyes widen slightly in appreciation. “Now dance.” He presses a remote and music fills the room. Slow, soft and low. I climb onto the desk and start moving. I sway for a few seconds, then sink to my knees before him. He leans forward, hands gripping my hips.

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?”

He makes the world feel less like a battlefield and more like a home. After we’ve finished and the dishes are abandoned in the sink for tomorrow’s problem, Ron walks over to the integrated sound system. He dims the recessed lighting until the room is bathed in the amber glow of the fireplace and the blue moonlight. A slow, soulful R&B track begins to pulse softly through the hidden speakers. He holds his hand out to me. I raise an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter. “What are you doing?” “Dance with me,” he says.

While Chidera and Temi got along well, I never really connected with Temi; something about her just gave me a strange vibe. "Let's dance." Chidera pulled Temi and me onto the dance floor, with Aishat following behind us. We laughed and started dancing and singing loudly to Bella Shmurda ft Zlatan's Cash App. The song changed to Burna Boy's On The Low, which was slower and more romantic. People began to sing and dance with more passion, their bodies pressed close together in the dimly lit club. I started dancing until I felt someone grip my waist firmly from behind.I was about to snap but based on what I could see through the dim light, he seemed handsome.

I asked amused as she sat down at the end of the bed. “Don't say nonsenses. I decorated that room to my liking. It's mine, period.” George cleared his throat. “You can sleep with me too, honey, but it's mine.” “The most expensive room in the house,” I sighed, feeling the painkiller starting to kick in. I hadn't said it, but I was in pain. Being kicked by a bull of those dimensions hadn’t been pleasant at all. I was grateful it happened on my left leg and below the knee. Otherwise, I would be in another kind of trouble.

Without the pacemaker, I could only suck in huge lungfuls of breath to ease the discomfort in my heart. Sarah saw me trembling in pain. While crying, she ran out and said that she was going to get some medicine for me, even if it meant that she had to beg for it. Soon, Jody walked in. Her face was a little pale, but she was in good spirits. There was even a smugness in her eyes. She came up to my bed and suddenly puffed her chest out when she was near me. “Hey, Elena, hear that? Listen to how strong this heart beats.”

Sasha steps back. “Tomorrow.” James nods. And she’s tugging at my sleeve again, this time back where we came from. December 15th, 2012 Almost midnight The room goes silent for a moment. A sweaty, bare chest rocks up into the back of my neck. Someone stomps on my toe. But we’re waiting. At least, I am. The room goes dark. In an instant, the evil pop roars back in full force and the whole sea of mangled, sweaty dancers swell with its sound. Leaping into the air. I join, only a moment or two out of time. The world seems to be moving a little faster than I am. Or my brain is moving a little slower. I think I’m drunk.

But the danger had only just begun. ​The lights in the ballroom dimmed. A single spotlight fell on the dance floor. Lucas stepped forward and pulled my hand away from Edward with a firm tug. "Sorry, Mr. Smith, but Sophia is contracted only to dance with me tonight." ​Lucas pulled me onto the dance floor. A mournful yet intense violin melody began to play. He grabbed my waist and pressed me forcefully against him. With every movement of the dance, he spun me as if I were a lifeless doll.