The touch of her hand sent a shiver down his spine and made his penis twinge like a horny fourteen year old boy. He was a master of control though when it came to stuff like that and knew immediately how to calm himself down in this little heated moment. He softly brushed his fingers in the palm of her hand as she slowly lingered her hand away from his. He began to study her for a moment, mentally complimenting her beautiful eyes and the way her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders. He grazed down her body and focused on her breasts and hips, which were two of his weaknesses on females. It didn't help that her legs were to die for and her butt was amazingly shape.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damn, is there anything wrong with this girl?</span><br/><br/>His thoughts were interrupted when Wendy was pulled away from her. He suddenly felt nervous, which was new for him. Being calm and collective was normally one of his features but with her, he couldn't control it. He looked at Hazel and smiled back politely. It wasn't until she broke the silence and asked him a question that he realized that he had been standing there like an idiot. He was mentally beating himself up for it. He cleared his throat to stall and give him some time to catch his breath.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm two years younger. He's old though, being thirty and all." He said with a small laugh and slowly realized that it was such a bad joke. God, he sucked at flirting with women. He sighed and looked around at the party. He turned his eyes back to Hazel and smiled.<br/><br/>"Looks like your out of wine, shall I get you some?" he offered as he held out his hand and brought her into the kitchen. He walked over to the cabinet, his muscles showing through his white shirt as he reached up and grabbed the wine bottle from the cabinet. As he poured some in his glass, he cleared his throat again.<br/><br/>"So Hazel, what do you do for work?"