Dirty Dancing
One day, I visited Miley. She was upset, spooning ice cream in her mouth, watching Dirty Dancing. She sniffled while she ate. "Miley?" I surprised her. She jumped, setting her ice cream down. She jumps into my arms.
"Nick!" She exclaims. She kisses me all over my face, making me laugh. She stops before she gets to my lips, pulling away. I study her face.
"What's going on?" I ask her. Miley shies away, returning to her spot on the sofa. I follow her, sitting by her. "Miley? Talk to me." I plead.
"Look, Nick, don't worry about it, okay?" She wants to reassure me, but she can't reassure herself. The upset is vivid in her eyes.
"Miley, I won't stop bothering me until you tell me." I claim. Miley sighs.
Miley glances at me. "I had a fight with your brother. Joe got really mad and told me you still loved Mandy." She covers her face, turning away. "It's stupid. Joe didn't mean it and apologized immediately. Don't worry about it." She tells me.
I sigh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Miley…you have no idea how much I love you over her." I murmur.
Miley pauses the movie, a perfect shot of the two main characters locked in a kiss. "Sometimes I wonder if there are other girls. Are you ever tempted?" She asks me. I scoff, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Miley pulls me closer, lying back on the sofa. We continue kiss, life surging through us, emotions growing stronger as our lips move together. My hands graze her hips, the only temptation between me and her.
"I'm going to wait until our marriage, Miley." I pause, looking into her beautiful eyes. "But I have thought about it." Miley runs a hand through my hair. She sighs. Her fingers trace the outline of my jaw, then she touches my purity ring.
"Treasure this." She whispers. "This is your strongest goal." Her arms hug me, and she pulls away. "Get comfy. You're finishing the movie with me." She tells me.
I roll my eyes, staring at the screen. The movie had just started and Miley rested against my shoulder while she watched the movie.
When the characters danced at the end, the music became slower and Miley pressed her lips against my ear to whisper, "I love you, Nick."
I laugh, saying, "I love you, too." Miley snuggles closer to me, and I feel happiness beam from her.
After this, it was tradition for us to watch Dirty Dancing whenever Miley was upset. And that was once a month.