Here's chapter 2! I'm getting so excited about this story! It's terrible! I can't shut my brain down! If y'all only knew how much was hiding up in there! I wish I could make writing a career so I could just write it all out!

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Here's the next chapter, Nords!

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It had been a week since Denny had moved across the street and every morning he had came by for coffee and every time he would leave his cup behind. I was starting to think that he was doing it on purpose and using it as an excuse to keep coming over.

This morning I had woken up early. In just a week I had learned that Denny woke up around seven in the morning and he was on the road no more than thirty minutes later. I had gotten up, showered, and got dressed making sure that I looked decent this morning.

I trotted down the steps when I heard that typical light knock on the door. I double checked myself in the hallway mirror before skipping to the door and opening it with a big smile on my face. Instead of being greeted by Denny's face, I was greeted by a bouquet of sunflowers.

My mouth dropped open as I reached forward and grabbed them to reveal Denny's face. "These are absolutely beautiful," I said. Denny smiled that smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. "Good morning, sweetheart," he said as we both walked through the house.

I grabbed a vase out of one of my cabinets before adding some water to it. "Six days in a row, Mr. Duquette. I think that is some sort of new record," I said as I clipped some of the stems off of the flowers before putting them in the water and placing them in the middle of the counter.

"Coffee?" I asked while turning to the coffee pot. "Actually," he said and I turned around to see that he was holding up two cups of coffee in his hands. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I went out early this morning to get the flowers and the coffee," he said.

I smiled slightly as I grabbed one of the coffees out of his hand. "I figured I could return the favor," he said. I squeezed his arm as I walked past him and out the front door. He followed behind me and shut the door. He gestured to my porch swing and I nodded.

We both settled in and started lightly swinging back and forth while enjoying the silence and drinking our coffees. I had learned that Denny worked as a painter on houses while he had learned that I worked at the local library as a book keeper. I loved reading as did he.

The one thing I had yet to learn was why had he moved here. Who wanted to move to a rainy, gloomy place like Seattle. "What are you thinking?" Denny's scratchy deep voice had interrupted my thoughts. I looked over at him to find him already staring back at me.

"Why do you assume I'm thinking about something?" I said. Denny chuckled before reaching his hand up and touching my forehead with his index finger lightly. "Your eyebrows wrinkle together slightly when you're concentrating on something," he said.

I stuck out my tongue and swatted his hand away. "We've only known each other for a week. You shouldn't know that by now," I said. Denny placed his cup of coffee on the banister of the porch before turning to face me and placing his arm behind me.

"Come on, tell me," he said. I shook my head. "It's nothing really," I said. I felt his fingers gently start to run through my hair. "It has to be something since it had your mind clouded the whole entire time I was talking to you," he said. I smiled slightly.

"Okay, okay, you got me. Why'd you move to Seattle?" I asked him. He cracked a smile while he rubbed his chin. My eyes watched his movements as he did so. He was getting scruffy, you could tell he hadn't shaved in a few days and strangely I was okay with it.

"I just needed a change of scenery," he said. I nodded. "I get that. Sometimes moving is a good thing, but Seattle? The rainiest town in the country?" I asked. Denny chuckled. "I came from a town that was hot and sunny. Cold and rainy is different for me," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "If that's your story," I said just as the rain started falling. There was a surprise. I looked at Denny's watch on his wrist to see it was way past the time he usually leaves for work. "Oh gosh, you're going to be late for work!" I said while jumping out of the swing.

I turned around and looked at him as he slowly got out of the swing. "Sweetheart, I'm not working today. It's raining," he said. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "It rains every day what's your point?" I asked. He smiled as he leaned against the railing on the porch.

"We're painting the outside of a house and barn this week. It's raining, therefore, we can't paint when it rains," he said. I suddenly felt dumb. "Oh," I said quietly as I saddled up beside him on the porch. He chuckled while running a hand through his hair.

He reached his hand out and let some of the rain catch in his palm. "You know," he said while shaking it off and turning towards me. "What's that?" I asked him. "I've always believed that anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain," he said.

Before I even had a chance to process what he was saying, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out into the sprinkling rain. "Are you crazy?" I said as the cold rain hit my cheeks. He turned around and gave me that devilish smile. "Live a little," he said while pulling me into him.

He started swaying to absolutely no music. Just the sound of the rain and the nature around us. We were most likely going to catch a cold but I was doing what Denny told me, living a little. I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest.

His heartbeat was strong and if we were anywhere but here it would probably lull me into a deep sleep. He was taller than me and he was broad. I felt like I fit him like a glove. His arms were wrapped around me tightly and he head came to lay on top of mine. I could get used to this.

"We're going to catch a cold," Denny whispered breaking the silence between us. I cracked a smile. "You were the one that brought me out here, crazy man," I said. Denny chuckled and I swore I felt his lips ghost across my forehead. "Maybe we should go inside?" I asked him.

Denny nodded his head and to my surprise he pulled me towards his house. "Now I haven't unpacked all the way. So please ignore the mess. But I have noticed that your fireplace is just for looks whereas mine can actually be used," he said as he opened the door to his house and pushed me inside.

I took off my shoes so I didn't track water through the house. "Towels are in the hall closet, do you mind? I'll get the fire started," he said pointing towards the hallway while making his way to the living room. I nodded and walked into the hallway and grabbed a couple of towels for us.

By the time I had joined Denny in the living room he had a fire rolling and was laying on a big blanket with his long body stretched out. His arms were tucked behind his head. I walked up beside him before tossing the towel over his face and sitting down beside him.

He removed the towel from his face and stuck his tongue out at me while sitting up. I ran the towel through my hair trying to dry it as best as possible. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Denny took his sweater off. I was a little disappointed when it revealed a plain white t-shirt underneath instead of his bare chest.

"Warm enough? Denny asked me as he stretched his sweater out near the fire to dry. I guess I didn't answer him fast enough because he stood up and walked away. A few minutes later he came back with a large sweatshirt in his hand. "Here, get your wet shirt off," he said.

I stood up and looked around for the bathroom and Denny pointed back to the hallway. I quickly ducked in the bathroom and changed my shirt. I pulled Denny's sweatshirt over my head and was instantly engulfed in his scent. It brought a smile to my face.

I came out of the bathroom and walked back to the living room. I stretched my shirt out beside Denny's sweater before sitting down beside him again. "Better?" he asked me. I nodded and pulled my knees up to my chest trying to keep the warmth near me.

It wasn't every day that I just played in the rain. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. It's a little early for lunch, but we could have a late breakfast?" Denny suggested. "Sure, that sounds nice," I said. Denny stood up and I watched him as he headed towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" I asked him. Denny turned around and looked at me with a small smile. "Uh, to cook breakfast?" he asked me while pointing towards the kitchen. "You cook?" I asked him. Denny chuckled while nodding his head. "Isn't that what people normally do in a kitchen?" he asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah, but it's not every day that you meet a man who can cook," I said. Denny walked back over and offered me his hand. I gladly took it and he pulled me towards the kitchen. He directed me to a barstool and made me sit.

"I'm not the best, but I know a little," he said while digging through the refrigerator. He pulled out some food before grabbing a pan out of a cabinet. "Eggs? Bacon?" he asked and I nodded. "Do you need help with anything?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Please, you are my guest. You just sit back and relax," he said. I smiled as he turned on the stove and started cracking eggs. I got comfortable in the chair and pulled his sweatshirt close to my nose to take in his scent. Every once in a while he would glance at me and smile before turning back to what he was doing. Man, I could get used to this.

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I feel like this story is moving at the right pace. Not too fast but not too slow. Just right.

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