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good party…I just preferred my movies.
    We compared our opinions on half a dozen other films—mostly old, obscure movies that Logan assumed I had never heard of, but which were staples on my go-to movie list. I even caught him by surprise when I came up with a couple of titles he had never heard of—and he thought he was a movie expert!
    When we settled down to eat— omg! His cooking was amazing. I might swear off salami pizza if he would cook for me every night!—and the wine continued to flow. I was a little surprised that Logan drank, but, then again, the rumors were that his drug of choice was prescription pain killers. There’s a difference between that and alcohol, I supposed.
    “What do you think of Romero?”
    I sat back, pushing away my plate of crostini before I ate one too many and regretted it later.
    “I think zombies are horribly overdone these days, but Romero was a master.”
    “The man was ahead of his time.”
    “Would you consider doing another zombie movie?”
    Logan looked up, a slight blush appearing under his California tan. “You know about that?”
    “I’ve seen it. Quite…fascinating.”
    He groaned and buried his face in his hands for a second. “That was the most humiliating role of my life. I only did it because my agent assured me it would be the perfect vehicle to get my name out in Hollywood. What it did, though, was create a joke that I still hear about whenever I walk onto a new set.”
    “I don’t know. I don’t think it was quite that bad.”
    Logan looked up at me, and we both laughed. It actually was that bad.
    Logan began to gather dishes, and I helped, moving up behind him with our soup bowls. When he turned…I hadn’t realized I was that close to him. He was so tall, towering over me in that way that makes you feel like you’re vulnerable and protected all at the same time. I looked up at him, a dozen movie scenes running through my mind, that moment when you realize the hero and heroine are falling in love with each other. But then something always happens to stop that first kiss.
    I hoped that reality proved to be better fated than the movies.
    Logan took the bowls from my hands and set them on the counter, never really turning away from me. I didn’t move as he studied my face, his hand moving up to my face, brushing a piece of hair away from my eyes. There was a storm moving through his eyes that I didn’t understand. I wanted to wash it away, to let him know that this was okay, that I wasn’t asking for more than he was willing to give. But there was something keeping him from stepping over that fine line that still stood between us.
    So I stepped over it for him.
    I had to rise up on my tip toes, but a hand cupping the angle of his jaw drew him down to me and our lips touched…and it was magic. My heart didn’t know what to do with it. It skipped a few beats and then it raced, belying the calm that overtook the rest of my body. It was so new, yet so familiar, like I had just come home for the first time…ever.
    He buried his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to him, as his other hand slipped around my waist, his hand sliding over the small of my back before dipping down over the curve of my hip. I stepped into him, my foot sliding between his so that my thigh brushed his. I pressed a hand to his chest, excited by the feel of his pounding heart under the thin material of his shirt. He was so warm, so alive. His breath so sweet, the taste of our shared meal still lingering on his tongue.
    I’d shared a lot of kisses since I was old enough to know what was supposed to happen between a boy and a girl. But all of those were nothing compared to this. Maybe it was because of all the fantasies I’d indulged from the moment I first saw Logan. Or maybe it had something to do with his status as a movie star. Or maybe it was simply the fact that we shared so many of the same likes and dislikes…I didn’t know what it was. But Logan was different.
    He leaned