I first met the ridiculously handsome Danny Diamond at a party some 15 years ago. He had brilliant blue eyes, a sexy smirk, and a muscular body. 

We had a crazy, instant connection. 

So, I did what I had to do - threw myself in his direction and kissed him. 

And that kiss...was like a freaking fairy tale. 

At least it was until he stopped it because he was married. 

In my tipsy state, I replied with something cheesy like, "Don't promise me forever, just promise me tonight." 

And after a kiss like that, who could blame me? 

Clearly, I wasn't thinking straight because I would never sleep with a married man. But in that moment, I kind of wanted to. 

I thought maybe we could be friends instead, but he couldn't. He was a hotshot rookie quarterback with a wife and a new baby. 

He was living his dream. 

Right now, my life is not perfect. Sure, I'm an award-winning actress, and everyone thinks I've got this glamorous celebrity life - that is, until my longtime boyfriend is caught on video in an Amsterdam brothel, and our love becomes tabloid fodder. 

And that brings me to where I am now - hiding out from the paparazzi and staring at a shirtless, sweaty Danny, who is drinking milk from a carton at his neighbor's house. 

I want to impulsively kiss him again because he looks even better than I remember, but I don't.

Because I don’t know that his marriage is over.

Or that he feels the same way about me.

Or that we might actually have a shot at that forever kind of love.