Slow Dancing Novels & Stories

I knew I would be a total disaster on the dance floor. But Ambrose was encouraging and kind as he put classical music on the sound system and took my hand. “We will begin with something easy,” he declared. “It’s called a Waltz. A Waltz is the easiest dance to learn because it is a slow, smooth dance with only four steps.” As the familiar music played, “da da da da da, dum dum, dum dum, dum dum,” Ambrose tried to lead me around the dance floor. But on the second turn, I stepped on his foot so hard he yelped in pain.

I want to know your name. “Yesterday I ran into a drunk girl,” he says, laughing, approaching carefully, “she told me that dancing with me must be amazing. Right then I knew that would be your gift. A slow dance, do you accept?” He offers me a hand, I reject it, because I wouldn't want to dance like this. I notice that her face is saddened, I rush to put my arms around her neck. "What is the name of the song?" “Selfless.” She smiles at me, holding my waist in her arms.

I immediately recognise one of my favourite songs of his is beginning, sunburn. "One slow dance" I look back at Rhodes and smile gently. He lets out a soft chuckle and nods his head before taking one last sip of his beer and standing up, holding his hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his and swing my legs over the seat as he leads me down to the group of people who have also begun to slow dance together.

They answered chats and greetings briefly. The dancing was his iidea;she looked at his hand and his ffab becausehe wwasreaching for it. Their ddance iswsimple. He danced the way he did most things. He held her in his arms and led the dance moves. She was aware of every point of contact. The mmusic waswslow, slow,and the floor was nnot crowdedand people were watching tthem,and she could clearly feel it. "People are staring," she said. Her voice was quiet against his shoulder.

As I lead him back indoors, I see that Rex and Tony have found themselves, a couple of dance partners of their own. So, we dance to a group of fast songs, samba, mambo, tango, stopping briefly after each one, to catch our breath, before carrying on.

Her expression was only what one could describe as awe, her eyes softened, mouth slightly open. "What's it called?" She asked slowly and I smiled at her, our gazes latching. "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room..." The song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-_NmCH5bzc

Although today things were made more complicated by her breakneck footwear! However, at the moment she was determined not to show it in any way and was hoping for a slow song that would suffice if she just rocked back and forth. The stranger stopped in the middle of the parquet, turned around and pulled her sweeping towards him so that she almost crashed into his body. But he caught her with the other arm and began to turn with her. His grip was that of an experienced dancer, as he swirled so lightly with him. The music was engaging - not too fast, thank God - and the mysterious stranger studied her expression with every movement. The corners of his mouth twitched happily in a charming smile

Picking up her phone, connecting it to the mini speakers in the boat, and Perfect by Ed Sheeran floods the deck. "Come on. "She says to me, and I stare at her. "You're scared? "She questions with a bemused smile on her face. "No... Actually, I suck at slow dancing. "I confess and she bursts into ecstatic laughter. "Wow. Well, it's okay. I'd teach you. "She says. Walking up to me, and grabbing my arm. She pulls me off the chair and leads me to the center of the deck. "It's simple. There are different types of slow dances, but I want us to do this one. "She says, as she steps closer to me,

Getting inside the room Advik closed the door lightly. "Advi, no.. Don't come near me. " She shouted. "Zoya, this is your punishment. " "Don't come.. Nooo. " She yelled. "Don't sound like something more. Stay quiet and accept your reward. " He said but who will listen. She started running again but Advik caught her, which resulted in both falls on the bed. Hovering over Zoya, Advik said, "now you are trapped. " Being in the game both forgot to notice about the level of intimacy they both are in.

His late mother was the last person he had dance with, his mother had always dance ballet with him. "You don't want to dance with me because I am a handicap?" Nora sign, her face crestfallen. Philip quickly went over to her and held her hands. "I have no such thought Nora, I will dance with you, though I know a little ballet." Nora face light up immediately. They danced without any music, they were perfect. After a while, they stopped to catch their breaths.