A dream come true - part 2

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The weekend came and went by slower than I would have liked, and before I knew it Wednesday had rolled around again which meant not only the beginning of a new work week, but also that I would get to see Amber. After she left my apartment I did nothing all weekend but feel as if I were in a daydream, I just could not forget about her and the time we had spent together. Generally I'm not a morning person, so when I get up to go to work I'm cranky and usually spend half of the day at work trying to wake up, but today was different because I knew that there was going to be a reason for me to enjoy going to work. I got there a little early and endured the next few hours hoping that Amber would show up at my machine, but as lunch time rolled around she didn't show. One of the other QA people showed up and when I asked if she had come to work they said that she had called in sick. Disappointment and sadness clutched at me and the rest of the day just seemed to drag on.Thursday came and as I got up and ready for work I told myself not to get my hopes up on seeing her today because if she's sick I'm sure that she'd probably take 2 days off to try to recuperate. I got to work and suffered thru the next few hours, but much to my amazement Amber came up to my machine moments before lunch. She took her position at her station and looked up at me and right then and there I could tell that something was wrong because she looked sad and her eyes were red like as if she had been crying. I silently mouthed to her and asked her if something was wrong and she said that it wasn't anything to worry about and left to go to the trucks. After lunch Amber didn't come back to my machine and by the last break of the day she had neither written me an email or came back, so I was to assume that she had either gone home or was finished in our department.Saturday rolled around which meant it was the last day of my workweek. The early morning sky was overcast and there was a slight mist in the air. The cold air that was blowing seemed to drive the moisture like needles against my skin as I walked into the building. I'd not heard or seen Amber since Thursday and was starting to get the feeling that she was trying to ignore me. Was the moment that we had shared a one-time thing? My heart sank at the mere thought of it, but I had to realize that she was a married woman after all. I got off work and stopped to grab something to eat on the way home, all the while thinking that I wish I could see her again to apologize. I got home and planted myself on the couch and started flipping channels. Around eight-thirty the phone rang, it was Amber. We talked for a few moments and I asked her what had happened and much to my surprise she just asked if she could come over and talk for a little bit, so I said that that would be fine. She arrived at my door about forty-five minutes later, cold and wet from the rain. I got her a towel and she dried off as best as she could, but from the torrential downpour outside it had soaked her clothes completely and she was shivering like a newborn puppy.I told her that she needed to get warm and said that the best thing for her to do was to take a nice hot shower and put on some dry clothes. With chattering teeth she said ok and made her way to the bathroom. I heard the water start up as I searched for her some clothes. I wasn't too sure what size she wore, so I just grabbed her some sweat pants, a t-shirt and some socks hoping that I wouldn't be criticized too much for my choice of clothes. I was getting ready to go back into the living room when I heard her call out to me asking if I could help her. A moment of fear raced thru me as I thought that maybe she had slipped in the shower, but yet if she had I would have heard a