The Anomaly

Chapter 2 - A new day

I didn't set my alarm, as I promised myself I'd sleep in the Sunday morning, but as soon as a cold breeze ruffled my white curtains, my eyes flew open. For a moment, I forgot where I was and blinked at my surroundings before remembering; Ah, rainy Newport.

I sighed, threw the duvet cover off of me, reluctantly climbed out of bed before I stretched and went to take a shower. I was still in the shower, when I heard a loud, continuous knock on my front door. You have got to be kidding me, I thought as I quickly jumped out of the shower, pulled on my satin nightgown and jogged to the door. I peeped through the eyehole and saw only the back of a men's blue t-shirt.
"Who is it?" I asked through the closed door.
"The postman," a muscular voice answered.
"Oh, just a moment," I answered as I started to unlock the door.
"Yes?" I questioned as I waited for him to turn around and face me -which he did, and I quickly suppressed a gasp. This is the most beautiful postman I have ever seen. What stood in my eyesight in full gorgeousness, was a guy which I geussed was about twenty-three years old. His eyes were a deep-blue, with long black lashes that perfectly complemented them. His lips, which was now in a full smile, was reder than crimson. He had hair that was blacker than those of Black beauty, and it shone as if there was a sun in the sky on that gloomy Sunday morning.
"It's Sunday," I suddenly remembered, and furrowed my brows up at him.
"Indeed it is. It's been Sunday the whole day. Probably would be Sunday for a little while longer," he said with mock suprise.
"Well, this place is something then," I hissed, "Delivering mail on a Sunday morning." I raised my eyebrow at the beutiful boy infront of me.
He laughed fast and loud, "Words can be decieving," he said.
"Well, well, and here stupid little me thought it's looks that's the culprit," I said and raised my eyebrows at him. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them instantly, because his eyes travelled down my body before he lifted his glistering eyes to look at mine.

"We'd rather not talk about looks, would we now?" He said with a soft, husky voice.
I felt the warmth of a blush spreading on my cheeks, as I folded my arms over my breasts.
"Look, who are you, and what the hell do you want?" I spat the words at him.
His eyes softened as he spoke, "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm Derick Grant," he gave a ridiculous bow which made me smile unwillingly, "I live in apartment number three," he gestured towards the apartment across mine, "I just thought I'd come introduce myself and offer to help you unpack." He smiled a gorgeous smile at me, which made me feel a bit less agitated.
"I'm Kaylee Luveigh. If you'd give me a minute or twenty, I'd make you coffee, and gladly accept your offer. I could do with some muscle around here," I said, smiling.
He smiled back and nodded at me, before he promptly turned around and walked away. I closed the door and leaned back against the wood and closed my eyes, Dear heart, please don't let me down now.
I sighed, before I jumped up and got myself respectable for my very helpful, and definitely unbelievably sexy neighbour.

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