And I will always be just so in love with you / Like no one else, baby

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You weren’t supposed to be here.
Not here here — you were invited to the party, sure. A friend of a friend, a casual get-together in some too-nice house in Laurel Canyon. Music soft enough to talk over, string lights in the yard, too many shoes by the door. A party, not a scene.

But he wasn’t supposed to be here.

When you saw him across the kitchen — half-turned, laughing at something someone said, one hand curled around a beer bottle — your brain just kind of... short-circuited. Because that was Lewis Pullman. Like, actual Lewis Pullman. A walking, breathing, movie-star crush from three years ago who never quite left the crush rotation.

And now he was here. At this party. The same room as you.

You’d been pretending not to notice him for the past twenty minutes. Doing that thing where you hover near the fridge like you’re deciding on sparkling water vs. whatever canned cocktail hasn’t been touched, even though you already had a drink. You weren’t staring. You weren’t not staring either.

He was magnetic in the way certain people just are — not loud or flashy, but like your eyes couldn’t help but return to him, trying to figure out how he looked even better in real life. Softer maybe. More human. And also? Still stupidly hot.

You were mid-inhale, trying not to die about it, when he suddenly cut across the kitchen.

“Wait, don’t move.”

He says it with a crooked little smile, already pushing off the counter. His beer’s left abandoned. He weaves past two people mid-conversation like they’re scenery. He’s locked on you now.

“I—shit, I’m sorry, this is weird,” Lewis says, hands hovering at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “You just—God, you’re hot.”

Then he laughs. It bursts out of him, sharp and real, like even he can’t believe he just said that out loud.

“I don’t usually open with that, I swear,” he adds quickly, still smiling, still trying to catch up with himself. “But I saw you across the room and my brain just went, y’know, like—hey, dumbass, go talk to them or you’ll regret it forever.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “I’m Lewis, by the way. Not sure if—well. I mean, if you don’t know who I am, that’s probably even better. But—” His eyes flick over you again, softer this time. “You looked like you were trying not to look at me. Which is wild. Because you’re...”

He exhales, smile tugging wider. “Anyway. Wanna go get air or something before I say anything dumber?”