After they'd made love, she'd given him breakfast, and waved George on his way, Annabeth stood under a hot shower, her eyes closed, the steamy water pouring down her shoulders and back. It really was good, wasn't it? It wasn't a fluke. No, it was great. Well, she thought it was great and it seemed like it was great for him, too. She looked down at her body, which was rosy and glowing from the hot water. And he was coming back tonight. A little tingle flowed over her. She had a boyfriend! The afternoon at work was filled with daydreams and sweet sighs. With each scoop of ice cream, Annabeth thought of George and the nights they'd shared, the morning that just ended with her in his arms. She smiled a bit to herself, caught up in the newness of the sweet romance she was envisioning, the night that was to come and the closeness they would build together. There's so much she didn't know about him, everything actually! He had good hands, she knew that. Annabeth quivered a little, thinking of the specifics of what she did know. And now they would learn about each other, and she could have the girls meet him, and they would see she was just rebuilding her life, not acting like a slut. She glanced at her watch. It was early. It would be hours. And then she would be in his arms again. Annabeth reminisced briefly about the days when she and R.J.
