I Feel Like Dancin' ~All Time Low~

I Feel Like Dancin' ~All Time Low~

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She wrapped her arms around my neck and swayed to the music with me. Her eyes were blue in the light. She was beautiful. Her violet colored dress matched perfectly with the color of the streaks in her black hair. She was beautiful, how could I not have had her sooner? "Thank you," she whispered in my ear as we swayed slowly. I smiled. She had no date to the prom and since mine left me, I got her. She was sitting on the bench a little away so I went up to her and asked her to dance. And I don't regret doing it. _____________ It's been years since Alex Gaskarth last saw Emily. They became close friends, but that bond was soon ended. Emily moved back to her hometown in Sweden and Alex was in a band. To bad that neither of them knew the other's feelings. They had loved each other for the longest time. And now, after all these years, Alex is finally reunited with his High School crush.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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