“Really, Tab. Isn’t that movie like fifty years old?”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I can’t help it. I love the dancing.”
“But it’s dirty dancing. I’d think you’d be more into Black Swan or something.”
“Mmmhmm.” I slap his chest. “The only reason you know about that movie is because of the girl-on-girl action.”
“I cannot confirm or deny.” He wraps his arms around me. “But really. Dirty Dancing?”
“Have you even watched it?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“No judgment then. It’s so good, and the dance scenes are amazing—it’s not even acting. You can tell they’re all really feeling it. I just love that. And the music.” I sigh. “And Patrick Swayze.”
“I knew it; always about the men with you chicks,” Noah says, his hand resting on the small of my back. A layer of cotton is between us, but his touch is still electric.
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