Dance Like We're Making Love

Dance Like We're Making Love

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Los Angeles, 18 Avril 2017. Liana et Blake sont deux jeunes gens que tout oppose et rassemble à la fois. Ils sont danseurs, mais n'auraient cependant jamais dû se croiser. Car là où la belle et timide Liana cherche à entrer dans une compagnie de ballet réputée, le téméraire et talentueux Blake occupe un poste dans une boîte de nuit. Leurs univers sont si différents qu'ils n'auraient pu se mélanger sans un coup de pouce du destin. Et pourtant. Une simple annonce émise sur les ondes radio va tout changer. Lorsque le jeune homme entend, par hasard, qu'une compagnie contemporaine en partenariat avec l'école dont fait partie Liana cherche un danseur, il n'hésite pas une seconde, et tente l'aventure. Réunis sous un même toit, inexorablement attirés l'un par l'autre, les deux jeunes gens s'apprêtent à faire face, ensemble ou non, à un parcours semé d'embûches. Car dans le monde de la danse, les jalousies, tapies dans l'ombre, veillent... Prêtes à tout. Parviendront-ils à atteindre les étoiles et toucher du doigt le rêve de leur vie ? L'amour triomphera-t-il ? "Dance like we're making love".
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse

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