Arriving after dress rehearsals, Drew stood at the door, for our final scene. Did he know? As I inhaled the sangria and sweat emanating from his body, I couldn’t help myself. Two fisted, I grabbed him by the white shirt and pulled him to me. The touch was all it took. “Be in character, English accent and all.” Those were the only words I could manage. I stared up into his eyes. There was heat, and I knew he craved me. I observed him, searching for the change and then the character emerged. “Who are you?” “William.” “What’s happening, William?” “The battle....