Slow Dancing Prom Novels & Stories

I chuckled because they made a bet of who was going to dance with me first, Ethan won the first dance. “You have my last dance, Eli, there is nothing for you to sigh about.” I patted his back, making the three of us chuckle. “Fine, let’s just go to the hotel and get over with this.” Eli pouted before asking for my hands, which I gave to him. They both accompanied me towards the limousine as we all excitedly went to the Grandia Hotel, where the prom would commence. To be continued…

m. “Ah Xania...” he said as he stood up and offered his hand, “Can I have this dance?” Xania almost choked in the water she’s drinking because of that. She was even dumbfounded at Vince. “Me?” Xania asked incredulously. Vince let out a sigh. “It's almost 9 so even before you leave, you can at least experience this slow dance that only happens once at a prom.” “Ah okay,” and Xania took his hand and stood up. When they were in the middle of the dance floor,

Bruno looked at Helena with those eyes she loved so much and asked a simple but meaningful question, “May I have a dance?” Helena smiled, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. “Of course,” she replied softly, and they moved closer to each other on the improvised dance floor under the stars. They began to dance under the starry sky, losing themselves in the soft music still echoing from the party hall. Helena felt like she was in a dream, with Bruno there, holding her in his arms. The slow music enveloped them, and they danced, moving together with a grace that only love can provide. Each step was like a shared sigh, a reminder of the intimacy they had shared in the past and a promise o

He said as he squinted his eyes as he scanned through my body. Finally, it came for the Prom king and the Prom queen to dance as the others were sent off the dance floor. The chandelier went out and just dim lights were on, making it almost impossible to see the face of your partner unless you both were up close. The hall became calm as a gentle song played in the background. I could see his eyes fixed to mine as he moved slowly. I felt his hot breath on me, and I got a little bit uneasy and I kept praying that my heels wouldn't break too.

I don't know where I get the courage to say that because my knees are so weak that I can't guarantee I still can stand up properly without his support. "Say yes to me, then." He dared, and I gulped. "Well damn it, Eion! Let's just end it once and for all!” With his hands on my waist and my arms on his neck, we danced, swaying slowly to the beat of the song. It felt like we had our own word as the crickets around us offered a background song along with the song from the earphones. It was not something fancy. I shouldn't have gone to the prom if I knew he was going to surprise me this way. I enjoyed this more than the prom.

Plus, he looks really cute a little panicked about hitting the dance floor. I get to my feet, reaching out a hand to him. “Come on!” I urge. Almost everyone is busting out their craziest dance moves in the rain now. Camilla Dune is breakdancing in the mud. Jimmy Beiber and Archie Campbell are having what looks like a twerking dance-off. Bibah is laughing at Akio as he imitates a traditional Japanese dance, holding his cowboy hat as a makeshift hand-fan. Joan Vasquez and Andy Rogers are slow dancing to the rap song. Vahini, Evin and Anabelle have formed a circle of three, holding hands and shimmying together while Noah Abara stood on the steps, taking pictures. Even Ben and Jenny are disco da

After dinner, the lights dimmed and a slow song echoed from the speakers. It was time. The dance floor was bathed in golden light. Couples slowly made their way forward. Jalen stood, holding out his hand. “Dance with me?” My heart did somersaults. “Of course.” He pulled me close. The rest of the room faded. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, his breath warm near my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I asked you to prom,” he whispered. I looked up into his eyes, completely gone in the moment. “You made it perfect.”

damn close. As my breath heaved up and down, he noticed it and chuckled softly. Though I couldn't understand the meaning of that chuckle, I was mesmerized by his blue eyes darting and getting back to me again. Now I understand why they call these prom parties heaven. I mean dancing with an attractive partner on a piece of paper, folding it step by step, getting closer to each other. Is it a kind of blind date setting or something...! Cheers erupted inside the party hall so excitedly and here I am staring at him, thinking if I did something wrong in accepting the proposal to dance with him.

Then why, in the middle of urging him to hurry, did she also send a selfie? "Hurry. I’ve almost got Mr. Horace Stevens drunk. Just waiting for you to land the final blow." The text was followed by a mirror selfie in the restroom. Her professional suit still looked prim and proper, but with her flushed cheeks from wine and a few undone buttons, the image carried a suggestive allure. Michael replied with two words, "On my way!" Nevertheless, I could see it: the impatience, the eagerness laced between those two words. Furthermore, I know he had sent them right at the moment he had softened his tone to soothe me.

He looked at me, his expression quite difficult to read. "That is how to act like a newly wedded couple, Belle." He said. Turning away from his gaze, I placed by chin on his shoulder and allowed him to continue to sway me to the rhythm of the music. A lot of pictures were taken of us as others in attendance stared, wondering who I was dancing with Christian Martin. "You shouldn't do that Christian." I said, keeping my voice low. "You had no right to do that" "Don't get ahead of yourself. It was just a kiss. One to show that we are together, nothing more." He reminded me.