"You clean up pretty nice," Frank said with a whistle, which admittingly made me blush. "Aww, that's so cute. Red is a good shade on you." As much as I loved his flirty-ish tone, I knew I had to be careful about how I followed this up.

"Thanks, you look really hot too." If my face was red before, it had to be the color of strawberries at this very moment. I looked over at Frank, and much to my surprise, his face was just as red as I pictured mine to be.

"Thank you. I really love it when hot guys think I'm cute."

Whoa, I thought. Did I hear that right?

"Oh, you're not just cute. You're really sexy."

Frank walked over to me, his smile beaming from ear to ear. "You think so?" He did a little twirl, which was absolutely adorable.

"Oh yeah. I thought so the moment I met you."

Frank got a bit closer to me. "And I wanted to do this ever since I met you." Frank leaned in and gave me a nice lingering kiss. I was shocked at first, since I couldn't believe what was happening. But the longer we kissed, the deeper I felt into it. His lips were so soft and supple and felt so good pressed against mine. I had never believed in sparks before, but I just couldn't deny that something was brewing between us.

"This is a bad idea, isn't it?" I asked when we finally pulled apart.

"Yes. Yes it is," Frank responded.

"We shouldn't do this."

"No, we shouldn't. At least not until after our first date." Frank gave me quick peck, then picked up my equipment and loaded it up in the car.

"Is that little kiss all I get?" I asked coyly.

"Well, we did just meet. Trust me, I would love to hold and kiss you some more, but I would hate to keep the Father waiting or get in the way of what you are really here for."

I agreed, and we were finally on our way to the church.