“That’s ‘The Bolero,’” Jan whispered, not wanting to disturb JT’s concentration. “It’s the most descriptive s*x music ever written!”
“Huh?” Mopp’s face heated up. They’d only been dating a week or so, but none of the girls he’d dated—not that there had been many—had ever been so outspoken about s*x.
“Didn’t you see 10?”
“Um… no?” He vaguely remembered hearing about the movie. The title referred to the younger woman a much older man fell in love with. Mopp hadn’t even been born when it came out in the movies, but the kids in his class had talked about it when it was on HBO. Daddy didn’t believe in cable TV, so he’d never seen it.
“Never mind.” Jan smiled at him and ran her fingertips over his cheek. He closed his eyes, almost coming from the pleasure of her touch. Then he started as she
