“Stay.” He leans back on the couch, staring up at me. “Why?” “Watch a movie with me.” That’s the last thing I expected him to say. This day just gets weirder and weirder. “What movie?” I chew the inside of my cheek. I shouldn’t stay. Any second, something coarse and horrible will vomit from his sexy mouth, and I’ll regret sticking around. He grabs the remote, and the screen on the wall powers on. “Dirty Dancing.”
