Within a few minutes he arrived at my door, and we drove down to the beach and along the Pacific Coast Highway. It was unbelievably romantic; his Rolls purring along, the radio on, and the two of us chatting easily. Blake eventually pulled onto the Malibu Bluffs and parked the car. We gazed out at the full moon hanging over the sea, and he quietly took my hand. I thought, “If he doesn’t kiss me, I am going to go crazy.” Then he did just that.
