Words seem to escape him. His palm slides against mine, pressing my hand against the bed, our fingers entwined. Gabe holds on to me like we’re finding our way out of a storm. I’m aware of nothing but where our bodies connect. Hands. Hips. Lips. There’s a shudder and at first I can’t tell if it’s me or him, but then I’m lost. I explode like a star.

It takes a long time for him to stop shaking. For the room to stop spinning. And when he does and when it does, he leans back and pushes the hair out of my face, his thumb tender against the side of my cheek.

I close my eyes as he kisses me.

My entire heart feels like it’s sitting at the base of my throat. Heavy. Tight.

“It’s you,” he says.

THE RUMOR MILL

RENEWING OLD BONDS

GABE PARKER IS PLANNING HIS comeback. The former Bond star is already getting some Oscar-worthy buzz for his upcoming role as C. K. Dexter Haven in Oliver Matthias’s remake of The Philadelphia Story.

The infamous actor was spotted out and about in L.A. this week, and was captured having lunch with writer Chani Horowitz, who—as most fans will remember—rose to infamy of her own for her deeply personal profile of Parker almost a decade ago.

Horowitz wrote about spending the weekend with Parker attending premieres and after-parties. Most memorably she recounted passing out at Parker’s house after a private party he held. Despite being photographed together at the premiere of Shared Hearts both have denied anything unprofessional ever happened.

Their representatives have confirmed that Horowitz is indeed writing a follow-up to her first article, but the cozy pictures of them at lunch insinuate what people have suspected for years—that despite Horowitz’s juicy profile, there was plenty that she left out.

Fans are dying to know—what really happened that night?

Monday

(Gabe Parker: Shaken, Not Stirred—Part Four)

BROAD SHEETS

GABE PARKER:
Shaken, Not Stirred—Part Four

BY CHANI HOROWITZ

Gabe Parker has a very nice guest room.

It’s got a big bed and clean, crisp sheets and lots of pillows. I’m sure you’re all wondering what it’s like to sleep in, but I’m going to disappoint you because I didn’t. Sleep in it.

I was more than welcome to, of course. Gabe Parker, at all times, was a consummate host, while I was an embarrassing, sloppy mess that pushed the limits of professionalism multiple times.

I can only hope he doesn’t hold it against me.

But in that moment, I was too embarrassed to face him.

Which is why, while it was just barely light outside, I snuck out of Gabe’s house, hailed a cab, and sent myself home.

Now, there’s something I should have mentioned at the beginning of this article.