Caelia flushed softly at the warmth of her hand on his arm.  it made the little hairs stand on end on the back of his hand.<br/><br/>Confusion tumbled around in his mind and body as she served him.  He'd grown up well to do, yes, and had a lot of trouble taking care of himself without a few servants around, but he'd never been inclined to take advantage of the maid.<br/><br/>He wanted to put this girl on a pedestal, errect a monument to how she made him feel just by touching him.<br/><br/>But the uncomfortable heat rising in him as she set down the drink in front of him was undeniable.  More than that, though, the simple tenderness she expressed tugged gently on heart strings that might make him wheep if she kept tugging on them.<br/><br/><em>Here i am in a mansion full of riches, son of two of the wealthier people in the world who made sure I could have everything I could ever want or need.  Why do I feel more loved by a girl who made a drink for me than I can remember feeling before?</em><br/><br/>Caelia was quite for a long time, then suddenly reached for the drink and sipped quietly.  after a few drinks, he smiled beautifuly.  "It's perfect, Brooke, thank you."<br/><br/>