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He wasn't nervous per say. No. Manoso men do not get nervous, and Carlos was not the exception. His mother had been drilling manners into his mind since he could crawl; sit straight, eat slowly, never talk with your mouth full, say please and thank you, be polite, listen before speaking, compliment their home and the meal. He knew what he should do, but what he wanted to do was an entirely different matter. Carlos wanted to come inside, sweep Steph off her feet and make love to her on every flat surface available. Hell, he'd have her on the surfaces that weren't flat!

Shoving those thoughts aside for later, he knocked on the door. He heard Stephanie yell that she was going to get it and then there she was. She didn't necessarily look much different than usual but her hair seemed to have been beaten into submission, and she was wearing a dress. Damn, she looked good. Her smile was bright and she hugged him immediately.

"You look great! I've never seen you in anything but tight t-shirts. I like the color." She gave him a peck on the cheek and he resisted the urge to demand more. He was suddenly grateful for his mother suggesting a deep red button down. She had insisted her wear dress pants but he went with jeans instead. And boy had she thrown a fit when he didn't tuck the shirt in.

"You look lovely as well. You should wear dresses more often." He gave her a sly wink and she blushed before smacking his arm.

"You wish lover boy." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. "Mom, Dad, Grandma, this is Carlos. This is my mother, Helen, my father, Frank, and my Grandmother, Edna." Stephanie looked a little nervous but pleased.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you." He said with a smile and squeezed her hand in assurance.

Stephanie's grandmother rose off the couch and came over to and circled them. She looked a bit like a vulture. She was saying something to Steph when she nonchalantly grabbed his butt. He jumped gave Stephanie a frightful look but she shrugged and laughed. What in the hell had he gotten himself into?

They all sat on the couch, barring her father who stayed in his chair. Stephanie sat close enough that their legs brushed and Carlos had to call on every ounce of will power he had not to slide his hand up her thigh. He took a cursory look around and complimented their home. Helen had blushed and thanked him. They didn't chat long before she was running into the kitchen saying dinner was done.

They progressed to the table and Stephanie sat across from him. Damn, now he couldn't touch her. She sent him a knowing look and stuck her tongue out. Honestly, Carlos couldn't tell you what made that night. Watching Stephanie eat was surprisingly erotic. She moaned around nearly every bite and her lips wrapped around her fork in a sinful worst part was the she was completely oblivious.

Then it struck him. She eats lunch with the guys. The guys had seen her eat. Shit. They all had to die now.

Stephanie's family was pleasant. He had a feeling they were probably quite crazy usually and was grateful for the reprieve for now. He told them about his family, his plans after highschool, and his job. After dinner, while Stephanie helped clear the table - he had offered but had graciously said no- Carlos sat with watching a game.

Frank had been shocked when Carlos asked permission to take Stephanie out Tuesday night. He had wholeheartedly given his consent. By the time he was ready to leave he was under the impression that he was well liked and possibly more than well liked by Edna. Stephanie walked him out to his motorcycle.

"Thanks." She said holding his hand.

"For what?"

"Ya know, putting up with it all." She smiled.

"No problem." He wanted to kiss her but he could see Helen peeking through the curtains. He simply traced her lips with his thumb and kissed her hand before smirking. She was hazy eyed and looked a little disheartened. He got on his bike and whispered in her ear before riding off.

He could wait till Monday. He could totally wait.

Ah, shit. He couldn't wait.

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