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simply hold her tight.
    She gasped and pulled back, putting her hand to her lips. Her cheeks glowed red.
    “Thank you for answering my question.” He hooked his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to him, running his thumb along the outline of her lower lip. “This is one scene I say we reenact immediately.”
    He went to kiss her once more. In fact, he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.
    She put her hand to his mouth, stopping him.
    He tilted his head.
    “This is one scene I can’t reenact.” She turned away.
    Though she trembled in his arms, something told him it wasn’t because of the cold. “Maybe we need to let it marinate for a while before we decide if it should end up on the cutting room floor.”
    Out the corner of her eye, she glanced at him.
    “How about we go have our dinner, and I’ll make sure you never miss a deadline? Maybe I’ll even pick you up in the BMW I drove for the movie.” He found himself holding his breath praying she didn’t back out.
    Somehow, their roles had switched.

HOLLYWOOD STARDUST
    CUT TO:
    EXT. GAS STATION – SPRINGFIELD, MO – NIGHT
    The teens stop for gas before finding a motel for the night. WILLIAM and STEVEN have gone inside to get some snacks, leaving ROXY and CHARLES in the car.
    CUT TO:
    INT. CAR – NIGHT
    ROXY bites her nail and CHARLES, in the backseat, uses a flashlight to study for his test. ROXY leans over the seat.
    ROXY
    Will you sleep with me?
    CHARLES Fumbles with the flashlight, but finally catches it and looks up at her.
    CHARLES
    I don’t believe I’m one of the choices.
    ROXY
    What am I going to do? William thinks I’m with him, and Steven . . .
    ROXY wrings her hands.
    CHARLES
    What do you want to do?
    ROXY shrugs.
    CHARLES
    You are torn between what you should do and what you want to do.
    ROXY looks down.
    ROXY
    Something like that.

Chapter Six
    “I kissed Logan Alexander.” Ivy stared at the television even though it wasn’t on. She didn’t need to watch any reruns anyway. The kiss replaying in her head overshadowed everything else.
    Giselle plopped down on the couch and held out a paper bag of mixed nuts. “Are you okay?”
    “I kissed Logan Alexander.” Ivy reached into the bag and took a handful, popping the salty treat in her mouth. Maybe she needed to join them, because she was most definitely nuts.
    “Tell me exactly what it was like.” Giselle crossed her legs and faced her. “Those are famous lips.”
    Tingles took over her body, and she sipped her club soda to cool down. Though never one to drink the mixer straight, she found it quite refreshing. Or maybe she was having a breakdown. “Remember when we used to practice kissing on our pillows?”
    “He looks a lot more sturdy than a pillow,” Giselle whispered.
    “I mean, remember when we would practice and we would picture the most incredible, amazing man kissing us back? One who would make your toes melt?” She put her hand to her forehead.
    “No wonder he kissed you in a refrigerator.” Giselle grabbed one of the couch pillows and hugged it to her chest.
    “You know how unreal those kisses appear in the movies? Like no one could kiss like that because it’s all rehearsed, but damn it looks good?”
    Her friend nodded.
    “Well, Logan kisses better than that.” With the same inflection and giddiness of a teenager, she blurted out her confession as if no one would guess her crush would be the best kisser ever. “Oh, God.” Somewhere inside, her adult self screamed to be let out.
    “It must be something in the genes.” Giselle shook the bag of nuts and picked out a few.
    For the first time in several hours, Ivy turned away from the blank television to take in her best friend. Giselle was positively radiant and relaxed. Ivy knew that look. “Where did you get those nuts?”
    “Wilson gave them to me. Every bar has to have nuts. The salt makes people thirsty and they drink more.” Giselle held a sampling of the nuts in her hand. “He said he