Lynne says it was too beautiful, and she couldn’t bear to call cut. “Absolutely the best thing I’ve seen from you,” she says, and I look past her to Logan, who has surely heard her, and I wonder if he knows, like I do, that he’s the reason my performance today was so superb. I don’t have time to find out because now I’m running late for the scene that I have booked with LaRue, and I barely have a chance to gather my things and kiss Logan goodbye before I have to be on the road. It’s not a long drive, and instead of using the little time I have to prepare mentally for the next scene, I spend it thinking about the one I just left. Thinking about last night. Thinking about Logan, and how he’s burrowed inside me, how I should have maybe built more walls to keep him out. How I don’t know what my career will look like now that he’s in my life. Wondering how I will ever be able to work again without him. It’s not until I’m parked in the driveway of the mansion that LaRue has rented in the Hills that I finally pull my thoughts into focus and realize I’m about to film my first het sex without him.
