My body never fails to flutter when I see him, as it did tonight at the bar. We had arranged to meet and I expected nothing, but of course, the moment I tugged his arm and he faced me, the cinematic magic resumed.

And amidst swerving disco bodies he pinned me against the wall. No kisses--that's too Bon Jovi for us--but by god, the cheese factor was on 90% by the nose-to-nose reverie we were in. I dragged my hands down his chest, he pulled me in closer. We smiled as wide as Mary Hart. More flutters.

And then all night more holding hands, more confessions, more caresses...then little kisses in the car. Real sweet stuff.

It's simply delicious.