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.