Better Than the Movies

I have a nerd-level fascination with movie soundtracks.

that soap or deodorant?”

His big hand landed on the shifter, and his eyebrows crinkled when he looked over at me. “Pardon?”

“You smell really good, but it isn’t your usual scent.”

He didn’t put the car in drive but instead just looked at me. “My usual scent?”

“Don’t act like I’m weird. Your normal cologne is kind of, like, piney, but tonight you smell more… I don’t know… spicy.” The image of him shirtless and putting on deodorant popped into my head, and I cleared my throat, sending it away.

His voice was deep and kind of rumbly as he gave a throaty chuckle. “Holy shit, Liz Buxbaum knows my scent.”

He looked at me and shrugged like that explained everything.

“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

A girl will never forget the first boy she likes.”

—He’s Just Not That into You

“But she’ll also never forget the first boy she hates.”

—Liz Buxbaum

She’s not you.”

“What?”

“She. Isn’t. You.”

And then I kissed him.

Wes: Don’t forget that white is your color, gurl.

his mouth slide into a wicked grin

I’d missed the movie’s point completely and had fallen madly in love with the playboy.