Well I saw his eyes first, looking over the top of an envelope, gorgeous brown eyes that were smiling at me. He then brought the envelope down, my eye... followed, taking in his beautiful features and very kissable mouth. "Hello" He said, I giggled, "Hello Mr Grey." He led me into the Cafe, with was very busy, why it had to be that day to be busy when all I wanted to do was sit down and talk to him. We were finally served and he took the tray and lead me to the table. I am thinking about him, how. Myra and Marybeth had been college roommates and theirteachers always saw Myra as the more talented one, but a drug problemin her late twenties and a reputation for sloppy work had slowed Myra'scareer to a crawl while Marybeth's was like a skyrocket. Back in theirmid-twenties, Myra had sunk so deeply into substance abuse that she wasliving on the streets. Marybeth got a call from the police one nightwhen they had arrested Myra on felony drug charges. Marybeth had putherself and everything she. " We were both teasing now and knew it; we loved each other so much it almost hurt."And you're helping too," sis ordered as she stood up and walked towards the refrigerator."Oh no I'm not ... you're just looking for someone to blame if it turns out bad," I declined as I watched as my sister filled the table with ingredients and bowls and stuff. She still hadn't covered her breasts."You're the assistant chef today big boy," Abby answered sweetly. But it was the kind of sweet tone that had a. She quickly hid it back inside her bra and buttoned her shirt, standing as if to flee."Wait," Nathan said, asking more than demanding. "Please." What did you mean?" Shelby demanded, smoothing her clothing reflexively, returning to a more proper appearance."Mean?" Nathan asked. "Mean about what?" How is everything wrong?"Nathan thought before speaking, because he knew that what he was about to say could change their relationship, for better or worse. He had always been a thoughtful boy,.