The guy looked at him as if what he had to say was really urgent."Yeah." I'm Andy."Steve tensed and shut his locker harder and louder than he intended...to."I know. What's up?" I have a question for you, but I don't have time to ask now. Can we meet after school?"Steve stared at the guy for a couple of seconds. They had never spoken to each other before. Andy was a minor jock celebrity, so Steve knew who he was, but he had no idea why Andy would know his name, much less want to talk to him."Okay.. The three of us make small talk but I must admit; I was finding it difficult to pull my eyes away from her body. When James's glass is empty he makes his way to the bar leaving Caitlin and I alone amongst the sea of people. The waiter walks by, and we both reach for the same glass of champagne and as our fingers touch, I know there is no mistaking the chemistry between us. “Please,” I say, allowing her to have the champagne. I grab another one. I have always been blunt when I want something so,. My 65-year-old, six foot tall, 280 lb. hunk of a Mexican man, despite what was said between us leading up to our date, was keeping it classy and showing me a good time. His salt and pepper hair, those brown, bedroom eyes through his wire rimmed glasses, his white smile, and the cologne matching the casual outfit of a burgundy, long sleeve shirt, black slacks, and brown penny loafers was overwhelming. I was putty in his hands. That following weekend, he invited me to his home and that was all. What would her mother say? A proper lady kissing a stranger. Well he wasn’t much of a stranger anymore. The carriage was ready and Elizabeth still hadn’t seen Maxwell. She finished fixing her hat on her head, before walking out into the hall. Elizabeth was busy keeping herself from tripping on her skirts, when she bumped right into Maxwell. She looked up to see him wearing tight black pants, and a white shirt, unbuttoned showing just a hint of his chest, with the sleeves rolled up showing his.