You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

"What?" "Take off the heels if you're not comfortable dancing in them." I look at him like he's crazy. He probably is. "I can't take off my shoes, Levi." His brows pull together. "Why not?" "I don't want to get my feet dirty. Besides, I'll look odd being the only one without shoes on." If that’s the case," he says, already tugging off his shoes, "then I’ll take mine off too. We’ll look ridiculous together. Just come dance with me."

"Club means dancing. And tonight, you'll shrug it off." "But—" I caught her hand, flushing her against my chest. "Follow my lead." She nodded half-heartedly. And as I guided her, my feet became the victim of her heels. She really didn't know dancing. In between, she was about to cry, but I hushed her down. If she wouldn't dance, she wouldn't be able to enjoy and dancing was the best part of the night. The music rushing through your ears, the movement of your legs and arms, the shouting and forgetting the world for once.

You want people to notice you when you're together. You feel an aliveness that could only be understood by someone who has been in love. It feels like flying or falling, but a good kind of falling. Have you ever been alone in your room and your favorite song comes on and you get so lost in dancing, only realizing that you were lost in the moment once the moment was over?... It's a lot like that. You can truly be yourself and are just in the moment all the time.

I didn't own anything to anyone, and neither did they. Ditching the safety of the comfortable booth, along with mine and Connor's leather jackets, I stumble my tipsy self through the crowd. The center of the dance floor is booming with good vibes, luring me to dance. I sway my hips to the beat, arms in the air, feeling the emotion mixed with the alcohol. Every third hip transaction, I sway lower, making men around the room stop to watch; the red fabric hugging my curves made my movement more alluring. I am a single woman, ready to enjoy what the night has to offer. Let Connor’s accusation be true.

"You've got legs, right? You're halfway there. It's just like walking, but with rhythm. How hard can it be?" I refused and burst out laughing. "C'mon Lucia, loosen up. It's just dancing, not a war. I'm not leaving this festival without showing off my sweet moves with my beautiful mate." "I can only dance with my waist and belly. It's the only way I know how," I explained, trying to avoid dancing. Axton whistled and ground his body against mine. "Perfect. I love belly dancing," Axton exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "I don't want to gather attention, I'll just stand like a wallflower."

( Charlotte’s POV ) Sometimes, all you want to do is dance to a song that busts up your jam. I want to, believe me, I want to shake my ass like there's no tomorrow. I'm just kidding. I'll probably end up looking like a stick, jiggling stiffly. I look horrendous whenever I dance. My body does not coordinate with the dance steps. But I shouldn't care. Actually, I don't care at all. If that's what I feel like doing, then I should be proud of it.

Overwhelmed by my emotions and not wanting to be alone in my distress, I turned to the Kyle. "Let's dance, Kyle," I said, my voice trembling.

"But do you like to do it?" Chewing slowly, I watch the couples on the dance floor. They're so cozy and close and a twinge of envy twists my gut. I swallow hard and take a huge gulp of water. "I don't know. I like to do it on my own, sure, but I've never really had a partner..." I trail off and stick some more fish in my mouth so I don't feel the need to keep talking. "You've never had a dance partner?" "I don't mind it." I shrug and keep eating. I haven't done a lot of things, but that's what happens when you're property for a large chunk of your life.

I see him head up the stairs to the VIP section of the club. "No, need for apologies, Alex. I'm fine. Let's dance." I start towards the dance floor, not waiting for Alexandra, or even any of my friends, to catch up with me. I stand on the dance floor alone in the crowd of unknown people for a second. I take a long breath through my nose and exhale it through my mouth. Standing there long enough to let the stiffness trickle out of my body through my fingertips. I let myself hear the beat of the song and start dancing slowly. Soon enough, I'm surrounded by the Hurricanes.

Alone. "I hate dancing." Anna was taken aback by the disbelief on her face. "I saw you dancing at another party." "That was because someone asked me. Here, they all already have a partner." Anna took out laughter. It was funny because she knew the sentence's other meaning very well. No man asked her to dance. Oh, Jenny was single. The difference with her was Jenny had a little daughter. "Maybe you need to take the first step." "There is no way a lady takes the first move."