Stupid In Love Dance Novels & Stories

He was fast she noticed. “Sure,” he smirked. A few drinks later..... “Will you like to dance with me?” Ron Steward asked noticing that she was easily intoxicated. “Ye-yeah it’s my fav- favourite song!” She slurred before taking his hand in her and dragging him to the dance floor making him laugh at her drunk behaviour. The song “señorita” by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes started bust from the speaker. Ron Steward held her close as they danced and she shake her body parts on the beats.

I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. I enjoyed watching everyone dancing in the 70s style. Some were dancing willingly while some were dancing so that they are not forced to serve to their partner. Whereas, I felt lucky to get Dylan as my partner who understood my situation so well and didn’t mind me not dancing with him. I swung my body slowly from left to right in accordance with the song. While dancing, I looked here and there for Dylan but I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where is Dylan?” I whispered to myself. “If anyone finds me here alone and not dancing, then I am gone…” I sa

We dance as though no one is watching, sing as though no one can hear, we dance for love and for joy. Hips don’t lie song by Shakira plays “Lemme teach you how to dancing” Maia says as she pulls my hand and drags me gently. “Jeez… I can’t dance” I say in a low voice. All eyes are on us because Maia drags me to the main dance floor, she teaches me dancing and I easily follow her move because that’s not too hard for me. “You’re doing great!” Maia says. I chuckle “Haha… shit! I embarrassed myself in front of my colleague” I say.

, he took one sip of his champagne, then dragged me to the dance floor with him We danced like there was no tomorrow, but you know Damon can't dance, not to even save his life, but he was trying Jesse Ware song, Champagne kisses started playing, and I nearly screamed in excitement, there was something about the beats of that song that just spoke to my soul “That's my jam”, I squeaked excitedly, and he laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, with his around my waist. It was now time for slow dancing. I looked around, and it was now couple to couple, people paired themselves for this song. I looked over to Damon who was already looking at me, and he rested his forehead on mine as he clos

She slurred, confused. I smiled and took her hand in mine leading her to the dance floor. If I wanted to drag his attention, I had to do something. I mean, this was what I did the first time, I just danced and he came to me. I recurred how our bodies moved together gracefully. I have to try again somehow. Steph didn't waste time, she giggled along with me and moved her hips to the beat of the Spanish music played. 'Mia' by bad bunny. I've heard her sing to this particular music so many times and so it's something she couldn't resist.

He set things up, and everything looked like they would attend a wedding. He went closer to me and invited me to a dance. I was too shocked to answer and the next thing I knew, I was dancing with the most handsome man. I could not stop staring at him; there was no doubt I loved this man. Will it be wrong if I chose to suffer with him? I heard the crowd clap, and then Stuart stopped dancing. He knelt before me and brought out a small box. I stopped him from opening the box and said, ”I love you, Stuart.”

We danced closely on the dancefloor to the fast paced music as we laughed at each other’s dance moves that we tried to make up and he was hilarious as he tried to imitate the robot dance. Just as the fifth song ended, a slow tune came on and I rolled my eyes at the DJ, it was if they had a rule or routine that every thirty minutes, they had to play some sort of love song as if they were hoping we’d leave the hall in more couples than we arrived in... trying to secretly match make us all.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

I murmur, running my finger gently over her plump lips. Slowly, the corners of her mouth lift in a faint attempt at a smile. I tilt her chin up and lean in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "That’s better. You look adorable," I say, as we continue to dance. A few hours later, with alcohol clouding my judgment, I suggest we spend the night together. But things spiral quickly when I make the incredibly stupid mistake of insinuating she’s infertile. The look in her tear-filled eyes—full of hurt and fury—instantly makes me regret every drop I drank.