You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

“Your loss then”. Turning my back on him and the rest of them I danced my way onto the dance floor. Dancing through the crowd I found a space and let the music take over. Closing my eyes I ran my hands through my hair my hips working the beat. I didn’t care that I was dancing on my own I felt free, I felt sexy. And I didn’t care who was watching.

“She’s not a kid.” “No, I’m not,” I agree—and I’m not sure where my bravery comes from, maybe it’s the liquor or simply the potency of my lust for this man. Whatever the reason, I say, “I might not be a kid, but I don’t know how to slow dance. I’ve only done it once at a high school dance and left my partner’s feet black and blue.” I wet my lips and order myself to hang on to my courage. “Do you think we could go somewhere private for a few minutes so you could teach me?”

I love watching the emotions on their face switch from amazement to arousal to just…pure enjoyment. I love how dancing makes me feel. Free. In control. Like I own myself. Like I can do whatever the fuck I want to So, I shouldn’t be nervous about this dance. I shouldn’t be freaking out but I am freaking out. Good lord. This is no ordinary dance. This is a dance that will never be forgotten. It will be aired. Live. On TV. There will be so many people watching me all at once, I can’t afford to fuck up or miss a step. It has to be perfect and I have tried to make it perfect.

I badly want to dance while that song is playing. Where are you, Hiro? I bend down my head and again I heaved a sigh. I dressed up well for him but it seems like... | Baby, you don't have to worry 'Cause there ain't no need to hurry No one ever said that there's an easy way When they're closing all their doors They don't want you anymore This sounds funny but I'll say it anyway | "Can I have this dance?" My head lifted up when someone spoke in front of me.

“Wanna dance?” I hesitate, glancing at the dance floor. It’s full of couples moving like they’ve done this a million times. “I don’t know, Lanvin. I’m not exactly a pro at this.”

Nearly every couple is on their feet, swaying to the music - shoes abandoned, feet bare in the sand. It makes me laugh quietly. I was worried for nothing. "They’re doing it because you did it," he says softly. "You shouldn’t be afraid to do what you want, just because others aren’t doing it too." Somehow, I know that he isn't just talking about the dancing without shoes thing. But I don't ask what he's really talking about. I don't push it. Not tonight. I slide my arms around his neck, drawing him closer as we continue to move, the beat of the music unchanging, my ear on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat."

Everyone is happy here, even Marcus and I don't want to ruin that. Sitting there we had a great time watching Lily and Mark dance to the song. Noticing that I am enjoying it, Marcus leaned close to my ears and asked, "Do you want to dance?" "No," I smiled. "Why not?" "Because I am not good at dancing," "You don't have to be a professional to just move your body," "No, I can't," I nodded. "Come on, I'll teach you," He stood up, reaching out his hand, "Trust me," he said.

I wanted to be away from that guy. I stood at a corner that wasn't too crowded before moving my body slowly to dance on my own. I don't need a man. Gradually, the beat of the song engulfed my body, and I began to dance loosely, swinging my waist and thereby shaking my big backside. My plump boobs were bouncing up and down, following my body movements. Although I noticed numerous pairs of eyes gazing at me, I didn't bulge at all or allow it to bring down my self-esteem. I continue to do what brings me joy.

“Dance.” I blinked. “No.” “No?” he echoed. “I don’t dance,” I said flatly, folding my arms. “Everyone dances.” “Not me.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “That’s perfect then. We’ll both be terrible.” “I’m serious,” I insisted. “I’ll step on your feet.” “I’ll survive.” “I’ll embarrass you.” “I doubt that’s possible.” “I’ll—” “I’ll teach you,” he cut in smoothly.

"I can't do this. T-There is a lot of people! I-I do not know how to dance!" "Just fucking sway your hips and run your fingers through your hair seductively! You will not die, Nieva! But you probably will if you keep on being so hard headed! You are just going to dance! Just do not mind these people! Just imagine that you are alone! Get your ass on the stage!"