A Warm Feeling

April had finished cooking, she didn't have to make anything elaborate for her so-called family this morning and the one thing she had always wanted to taste was her blueberry pancakes and crispy bacon with syrup. She had made way too many but she was excited at the thought of eating whatever she wanted.

April turned at hearing Deans cough. "If you are done, I'll not hold you back. I'm sure your busy today..."

But she was interrupted. "You're chasing me out?" The man's eyes squinted and stared at her.

She suddenly felt cold. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was contemplating whether to chase him out or not.

"Em…" April looked around, what did he want to stay for? She had a stack of pancakes in her hand and gave a small sigh as she cursed inwardly. She put on a bright smile and answered. " Would you like to stay for some breakfast?"

He held back his smile even though inwardly he was jumping for joy, not only did she ask him to stay but he got to taste her home cooking. "Sure." He fought back the urge to rush to the table and pull out her chair. He sat down as she set the plate of pancakes down on the table.

April sat opposite her neighbour and then realised he needed a plate, she got up and went to the kitchen to grab him a plate and cutlery, missing his adorable smile as he watched her look after him. If he could enjoy this every day he didn't know how he would ever go to work.

She sits on the opposite side of the table. She was very hungry from all those 'heart throbbing' and 'mind blowing' struggles she experienced. She filled his cup with coffee and then hers, she didn't know what to say, the moment was so quiet and seemed so relaxing and intimate. It gave her butterfly's.

The man put some pancakes and then fried bacon on her plate without saying anything. His moves are fluid as if he's been doing this all for her all along, he then filled up his own plate.

April felt slightly awkward. She's not used to being served personally, she looked up at the man that sat opposite her. Apart from Tom she hadn't eaten with anyone in years, she was all of a sudden happy she had company in her new home. Thus, she feels very very awkward when the man effortlessly served her food.

"Ummm... Thanks." She took a bite and started to eat. She looked at him and slowly said, "It's probably a bit late but, hi I'm your new neighbour April Jones."

"Hi April, I'm Dean Davis." He reached out his and so did she, they shook as they greeted each other.

"Nice to meet you, Dean." She smiled at him and then took a bite of her pancake.

However, she missed the look in Deans eyes. He, at this moment, was full of happiness like a teenage boy in love.

Hearing her finally say his name was the most soothing sound to his ears. It sounded so sweet, so soft, he was greedy for more. In a good mood, he continued eating all the food she cooked.

What made his heart softened more was he actually wanted to hold her small hand again and never let go. Thinking of it, he swore inside, he'll never let her go.

He thought of her reaction to telling her his name, she did not treat him differently like other people who only got close to him for status. Women wanted to get close to him for his family name, his power, his money and his status. Men wanted to be his friend for business deals or to take a share in his company. He had few friends he could fully trust and now he had her.

Unknown to Dean, April had no idea who he was and she didn't care, so even if it was the President sitting in front of her eating breakfast she will still shrug her shoulders indifferently.

As he wanted to hear more about her from her own mouth he asked her a few questions.

"These pancakes are awesome, so do you like to cook?"

"Em, when I get to eat the food I cook yes." Seeing his questioning eyes she decided to detour the subject. "What do you do for a living?"

"Business, why do you ask?" Dean forgot to pursue what she meant earlier instead he focused on her question. Was she only after him for money too, that can't be right his angel isn't like that.

"Oh, nothing I just wondered, I myself got my first job yesterday."

Dean stopped eating when he heard this. In her past life she never lived next door to him and didn't have a job, is this all just a coincidence?

"Congratulations, where will you be working?" This he absolutely had to know.

"Walker Interiors, they do everything from architecture, interior design, to landscape. But I will be an interior designer starting Monday."

Deans face lit up it seems another prayer had been answered. But he regained his indifferent composure quickly and responded. "Good luck on Monday."

Little did April know the scheming Dean was doing in his head as they finished up eating.

After their breakfast, Dean offered to help with the dishes, which April found acceptable since she had cooked breakfast.

While he washed the dishes and she dried she sized up the man. She finally realized how much taller Dean was compared to her.

If she remembers correctly, earlier when they meet at the front door, her head only reached his muscular chest.

Unaware of her own actions, her eyes never left the busy man as he then took over-drying the dishes and she had a faint smile curl on her lips. For some unknown reason to her, Dean at this moment gave her home a warm feeling.