You're Not Dancing On Your Own นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This was weird. But why not? I know why not, because I suck at dancing and I’ll embarrass myself. Not thinking? Nope, I don’t have the luxury to stop thinking. Who knows who he'll tell? “Princess, just relax. It’s just a dance. Or are you really that bad at dancing?” Malachi said, and I wanted to prove him wrong. I could do this. I would not make a fool of myself. And even if I did. Who would believe a nobody like him over me?

“I owe you nothing.” “Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night.” He spins me, his grip firm but not overbearing, and for a moment, I let myself fall into the movement. The game rules are simple: keep up with the rhythm, switch partners when the music shifts, and whoever loses their step first has to take a shot. I don’t plan on losing. I dance with many of the young and middle-aged men, including Theo who makes a joke about one of his relatives. But then the song changes. And when I turn, expecting to see another random guest ready to take Theo’s place—

Eight of them, ages six to ten, wobbling on skates, holding sticks that were almost as tall as they were. Damian's heart did something strange. He had played in front of twenty thousand people. He had scored game-winning goals. He had lifted championship trophies. But standing here, watching these kids fall down and get back up, he felt nervous in a way he hadn't felt in years. Sebastian leaned over. "Which one do we start with?" "The one who's not falling down." "None of them are not falling down." "Then we start with the one who's falling down the least."

"I can't do this!" He stops the music on his phone. "Why? Did you get intimidated?" "No! Because in my dance classes,the teachers choreographed the steps. What am I supposed to do here if I don't know the steps?" "You don't need steps. Just move your body with the music." I frown. "How do you do that?" He exhales and then his lips stretch into a half-smile that doesn't exactly reach his eyes. "You never danced in a party before? Or with your bestie brownie? Ooh...that rhymes! Bestie brownie."

The latter also begged. “To this woman! You can surely dance for this woman because she’s the only one who remains single among the three of us here! No one’s gonna get angry even when you dance in front of her!” The crazy Yasmine pointed at me to be the macho dancer’s subject just because I am single and no one’s gonna be mad that a sexy man would dance for me!

I look around the room to find Dash shaking his head. Grabbing a new drink from the bar, I walk to the window, shielding us from the crowd, and start scanning the dancing bodies. I was never a good dancer, and that’s okay because dancing is not something a man like me should be seen doing anyway. Couples rubbing their bodies against each other, women trying to provoke men to spend their money on them, and then I see her.

She thought, “He seems cocky. Like the type that knows he’s good looking. Not my type at all. Have you tried talking to him?” Rayna asked. “Once, and he barely uttered a few words. He seemed uninterested, so I gave up.” She sighed. “Sorry to hear that, but you’re probably better off anyway. Hey, do you like to dance?” Rayna asked. “Yeah, but I’m not very good” Mary replied. “Well, if you dance with me, I’ll show you some hot sexy moves that will drive the guys crazy! I love to dance, but I’m too chicken to dance by myself. And I don’t want to as it invites guys over when you dance by yourself.” Rayna explained.

"Oh well, you'll be dead by morning, tomorrow," "Get lost!" Leah chuckled. I had a good feeling about this whole dinner dance thing.... although... I didn't have a date... it's a 'couples only' dance and I don't have anyone to dance with! But I do love organizing stuff, so I'm going to just help them to get things in place, and flunk the actual night. "You're not thinking of bailing out on it, right?" I whispered to Leah. "Dammit! How'd you know!?"

"I’m not trying to overstep, but… I think you’ve been carrying everything on your own for way too long." I raised an eyebrow. "You know I like being alone. It’s like social cardio. Builds stamina and keeps the drama at bay." He chuckled. "Then maybe tonight you can practice being a little less alone. I mean… you did promise my mom one dance." I squinted at him. "So this is a dance trap?" "Call it a full-blown intervention—with music and mojitos." I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. One dance. But if you step on my foot, I will sue you for negligence."

"Why are you laughing at me?! This is serious." "Shana, everyone's danced before. You're telling me you've never danced in your room to music or in the shower?" "That's different," I said. "I'm alone and nobody can see me." He smirked. "Don't worry, this is just slow dancing. You don't have to do too much. Just hold my hand and everything will be okay." As we joined the other students, I sensed my lack of dancing skills becoming more apparent. The music started, and people began to sway gracefully to the rhythm, while I struggled to find my footing.