Romans & histoires You Barely Even Dance With Me

he said his tone light and amusing. I looked away. “You barely know me.” “Sometimes you can tell.” I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment. Then he smiled.“Dance with me.” I almost laughed “What?” “You heard me.” “I don’t dance.” “That’s a lie.” Before I could respond, he was already moving. I sighed. But somehow, I followed. At first, it was just normal. Just two people moving with the music. Then the song changed. Something slower. Derrick was good.

“You’re my wife.” She scoffed. “That’s not an answer.” “No,” I agreed. “But it’s the truth.” She crossed her arms. “What do you want me to do? Smile and wave?....and look like a Disney Princess?” “And dance.” She froze. “Dance.” “Yes.” “With you?” “Yes.” She stared like I’d lost my mind. “I can’t dance.” “You can learn.” “In a day?” “Cate will help.” She groaned. “Cate dances like she’s auditioning for TikTok.”

"May I have this dance, m'lady? After all, your boyfriend isn't here tonight." Nodding, I shuddered at his touch as he placed a hand on my waist and took mine in the other, but I was intent on teaching him a lesson. I mentally groaned when the lights dimmed and Ed Sheeran's 'Perfect' started playing, because I'd always been endeared by the thought of dancing to it with someone special. Zayan skillfully wove through the crowd, swaying to the melody, and managed to get us to an intimate corner where nobody would notice us. I didn't complain. "Your boyfriend seems like a bore," he purred. "You're only with him because of his looks, huh?" he let his palm drop below my waist. That's fucking it.

“I will never leave you unless you don't want me anymore.” He gazed at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lifted my hand to his lips. “I will never reject you.” I swallowed hard. “Me neither.” He took my second hand. “Dance with me,” he murmured. I blinked. “Dance?” He stood, pulling me with him. “Yes. Dance with me, beautiful.” I stared at him. “Kaelan, there’s no music.” He smirked. “Then we’ll dance to the rhythm of our hearts.”

“I don’t dance.” “Sure you do,” I tease, tugging him to his feet. “I’ve seen you move. You’re not as hopeless as you think.” He lets out a dramatic sigh but follows me to the dance floor. The music is slow and steady, the kind that makes it easy to just sway. I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands settle at my waist. We start moving together, our steps small and unhurried. It’s not fancy or graceful, but it’s us. And that’s all that matters.

I blurt out brightly, hoping that loud music and crushing bodies on the floor will mean no more chatter. “I don’t really dance.” She mutters awkwardly. “I’m not very coordinated.” Her half smile and downward glance have me bossily putting my glass down on the nearby table. My drink hitting me fast and making me a little giddy and cheerful. I’m not much of a dancer too.

"I-I don't k-know how to d-dance." Elena grabs my hand, "I don't know either, but we are supposed to have fun. When was the last time you had fun?" I frown because I can't remember. "I-I don't k-know." In the end, I give in and take Elena in my arms, and to my embarrassment, I get hard. I want to get away from her, but she doesn't let go of me. "Dance with me," Elena whispers to me, and I do as she asks of me.

Why ? His surprising response somehow makes me smile a little, a small gentle laugh leaving me as I turn to face him. Of course, Hardins grey stormy eyes lighten as they flicker over my face, as if soaking up the view. I'd be lying if I said part of me didn't want to just stay here and enjoy being with him, just us. "I don't know how to dance." I admit unbashfully. "I'll lead." Hardin promises, offering me his tan, calloused hand.

I wished I could tell him that Joshua never really bothered about me, but I didn’t want him to judge him, and besides, Joshua had been better with his treatment of me lately. “Maybe you want to dance again?” He said out of nowhere. I nodded, stood up immediately, and placed the glass on the counter. I was embarrassed to be pushed away. “I don’t like dancing, but I guess I have to. But I don’t have a partner. Maybe I will ask Eva and Walker to dance with me. Or Joshua and Alice... Do you think they will take me in? I don’t want to ask any strangers, as they might hold me inappropriately.” I said in one breath.

I try my best to hold my smile "If you are, you could dance with me" "No i-" "Arg just say yes already" Blondie whines "I don't even know how to dance, and everyone would be looking at me" He smiles "It's a slow dance, you can just look into my eyes and not mind others starring at you, Just don't get lost in them" he didn't just say that, my face suddenly becomes hot "Are you okay precious?" Blondie asks giving me a weird look I use my hand like a fan to cool my face "Yes, why?"