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her last job.
     
    She set the extra shirt down and took off her dirty one which was covered in god knows what. She smelled and wanted a shower very badly, but she still had three hours left in her shift. So she walked over to the large countertop and looked at herself in the large mirror. Yup, she needed a shower. There were bits of trash and food in her hair. Taking a towel down, she decided to dunk her whole head under the sink to try and remove the smell and debris. As she washed her hair, she thought about how her apartment was coming together. She really enjoyed living in the small town. Being above the only grocery store had its perks. She found herself sitting in the living room looking out the large windows, watching people come and go. It helped her in her job, seeing those faces come into the restaurant. It almost made it feel like she knew everyone. She would go out of her way at work to ask names and remember them. She'd finally unpacked the last of her boxes the night before and was thankful that the place finally felt like her home.
     
    Amber was bent over the sink and had gotten most of the junk from her hair when she heard the door open and close. Twisting, she saw Luke leaning against the door, his arms crossed, a large smile on his face.
     
    “Got hit with the trash trick, huh?”
     
    She went back to washing her hair with the liquid hand soap. “Do they do that to everyone?”
     
    She heard him laugh and walk closer. “No, just those who are new to town. Most locals know better than to try and do anything during high winds.”
     
    She was having a hard time getting her whole head under the running water. She twisted her neck around, trying to let the water run down her left side, moving her body at an odd angle.
     
    “Here,” he said and she felt him stand behind her. His hands started to gently rub her scalp. “Let me help you get it all.” She felt him picking something out of her hair and closed her eyes. Then his hands were massaging soap in her hair, and she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.
     
    She stood there, her hands braced on the edge of the countertop, dreaming of how it would feel to have his hands run all over her. The clean smell of the soap mixed with his scent, almost sent her over the edge. It had been months since she'd been touched by a man and just the thought of it had her squirming. She tried to move her mind in a different direction, but then he moved ever so slightly so that his thigh brushed up against hers.
     
    She was wearing a pair of black leggings, so she could almost feel the heat coming off his legs. She thought about him moving more so he would stand between her legs, how it would feel to have him holding her hips as he moved behind her. She almost moaned, but caught herself. His fingers were moving gently over her hair, and she could hear her heart beating erratically as she imagined what she wanted him to do to her.
     
    When he was done scrubbing her scalp clean, he cupped his hands and started to rinse the soap from her hair. She tried to steady her breathing, to slow it down and think of something different, anything but how wonderful it would feel to have him touch her.
     
    Then he turned off the water and handed her a towel. She dried her hair and wrapped the towel around her head. When she stood up he was smiling at her, and then he chuckled.
     
    “What?” She looked at him; he looked sexy in a pair of old jeans that were torn on one knee. He had on an old MIT sweatshirt that had seen better days. She wondered if he'd visited the campus to get it. “What's so funny?” She took the towel off her head since it was making her feel a little weird. She tossed it on the countertop and started finger combing her hair, trying to get her mind off the fact that she had almost had an orgasm a second earlier.
     
    “You. You're standing there trying to act like you're not as affected as I am.” He was still standing close, and when she went to cross