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bit my lip. But the image of him was still in my head. I didn’t think it was ever going to leave.
    I heard the shower turn off. A couple of moments later the door-handle shifted. I tried to straighten up without having an accident.
    “Rach…” He had a towel wrapped round his lower half, secured low on his hips, so now I got a front view of the glorious chest I’d seen the definition of through his body-hugging top on the first night.
    He didn’t have any hair across his chest, apart from a couple of stray ones around his nipples, but he had a line of dark hair protruding upwards from his groin which just slightly showed above the top of the low slung towel.
    Fuck, I’d forgotten I needed the toilet again as my eyes swept back upward over his perfectly defined abs and pecks, and I couldn’t breathe when I met his brown eyes which seemed to be expressing laughter.
    “All yours. Do you want coffee?”
    “Yeah.” My body remembered it desperately needed to relieve itself, and I darted past him and into the bathroom, shutting the door and sitting on the toilet as quickly as I could.
    My head rested in my hands. Stop it Rachel, he’s a good guy, you can’t have him, leave him alone, you’d only mess him up, and mess up his life .
    I stayed in the bathroom longer than I needed to, simply to get a grip on myself.
    When I came out and went into the living room to eat my humble pie I was conscious of the fact I was wearing just his borrowed tee and my new satin underwear.
    I found him fully clothed. He had a crisp pale blue and white striped shirt on and light gray work pants which hugged his ass, which I could now picture naked beneath them.
    My eyes lifted firmly to his face. “Sorry, I was half asleep. I didn’t realize you were in there.”
    He smiled. “It’s okay, we’re even now, that’s all. I walked in on you the first night…”
    It wasn’t quite the same. He didn’t have a habit of acting inappropriately and uncontrollably with girls, like I did with guys.
    Still, what he’d said told me one thing, he remembered me naked just as I was going to remember him.
    He handed me the coffee.
    “Thanks.”
    I rested my elbows on the counter leaning over and watching him put on some toast. He glanced back. “Do you want some? I’m going to poach an egg.”
    He was a modern guy who looked after himself, as well as nice––even more not my type.
    I nodded. “Thanks.”
    Still looking back over his shoulder, his brown eyes dropped to look at the bandage wrapped about my right hand. “We ought to change that dressing tonight and check out your hand.” His eyes lifted to mine again.
    The memory of my naked body had made him think of that… That wasn’t so flattering. I straightened up, nodding before I sipped my coffee as my wicked head wondered if he’d ever thought of fucking me.
    He was probably too nice. He’d probably consider even thinking about it too disloyal to his Lindy.
    Damn, I wished Lindy wasn’t on the scene.
    We ate the poached eggs at the counter, he on one side, me on the other, facing each other, as I questioned him about what he was likely to be doing at work; it kept my splintering thoughts focused. He asked me about the shifts I’d agreed to and what time I was starting and finishing today.
    I’d be out when he got in from work.
    He offered to come and meet me at the restaurant and walk me home.
    I said thanks as he put his tie on, getting ready to go.
    I opened and held the door, while he put on a jumper, then his coat. But I stopped him before he walked out, and straightened his tie a little. Afterwards I tapped his firm chest and said, “Have a nice day!” in my waitress voice.
    He laughed and left smiling.
    Dammit! This was getting out of hand. I was getting far too close to him. I felt good with him. I could even feel normal with him. In a way I hadn’t felt normal for years. Although it just felt like a game, like I was stealing someone else’s life and playing husbands