A handful of people wanted more with this story. Here's a little Valentine's treat. I really don't know if there will be more or not. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

I should've placed a disclaimer on the first chapter, but I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything related.

She had thought things would've changed between them. What they had shared on Christmas was special. They had even went out for New Years, but since that night she barely heard from Jess. She'd call and if on rare occasion he did answer, he would apologize saying he was crazy busy with things and he was exhausted. Of course she'd believe him, because he was on a crazy work schedule with his book and it was wrapping up within a few days before Valentines day. He had promised that he'd be there and they could finally figure things out from Christmas. But Rory was having her doubts. She had very right, as it was Valentines day and love was in the air, for everyone but her.

On her days off it was custom for Rory to sit in the back at her local coffee shop, reading a book. Since the book found its way to her, thanks to the mysterious universe pulling in favor of them, it seemed. She couldn't get enough of his book. The first book had pulled her in with just the beauty that it was Jess on every page she read. Jess and romance, it didn't belong together, but he made it work with very little effort and it was beautiful and touching and she was happy that she had been his muse. Because he had been hers, even if no one but her knew that.

"Fancy running into you here." She knew that voice anywhere, looking up from her book she looked up to be met with his brown sparkling eyes. Blood rushed to her cheeks, knowing she just got caught reading his book, again. He held up a coffee, which Rory was thankful for. He sat down with a tea of his own, after removing his jacket.

"Leather no longer your friend?" She asked, daring to take a walk through memory lane. How she longed for the bitter sent of leather mixed with cigarette smoke to fill her senses. Now his jacket was that of wool. She imaged just how warm it was or how soft it would be cuddled into his side on a freezing night. Did he still smoke? She couldn't remember if he had the two previous encounters or not.

"It wouldn't work. I'm not that messed up 17-year-old kid any longer." The words lingered in the air, making both parties tense up. "Our past, it's..." the words died on his lips. Rory took a shaky breath, composing herself.

"What makes us, us. We did things, how we thought they needed to be done and it may have been wrong, but that wrong turned out to be right. It made you realize that you do anything," she paused, holding the book up. "It took me longer to realize that I could step out of this mold everyone but you had for me." She didn't have time to hold things back. If they were going to move forward in this relationship, that was starting to blossom between them again, it all needed to be aired.

"I never saw it like that before," he admitted, looking down, taking the time to think his words over. He messed up, she messed up. Couldn't they just move on from that. Sorry had been said, he forgave her that night before she ran out the door back to Logan. He must have done something right for karma to be playing it cool, shoving Rory Gilmore back into his life. This was his last chance to make things right with her. He would do anything for her, because with each year that passed him by he turned into a sap. The last month and a half he'd been figuring out ways to make everything up to her. There was only one thing he could do. Prove himself. "I don't want to dwell on our past. It brought us together and we have fond memories, and the bad, but Rory," he paused, mixing brown with blue, gaining her full attention. "we are not those people, anymore. We've changed, we've grew up. I honestly think it is time we move on from them. Start over the best we can keeping the good because that bad, it isn't us. Not anymore. You know this, right?"

Did she know that? Starting over, it sounded like they were taking the cowards way out. But in reality, it was the right thing to do. He had been right about it all. Why dwell on the things they couldn't control now? It was all best left in the past. But her biggest fear with Jess, happened to be trust. Could she forget her trust issues with him, to start anew? "I want to Jess, so badly," she told him. The words that were to come next sat on her tongue stinging her.

"But," Jess spoke, bringing her focus back on him. "You can't restore your trust in me," he stated, forgoing the question. Trust was a tricky little thing that needed to be there.

"Yes," she simply replied. "I want to trust you, just like I see you want to trust me. But it isn't that easy. The most we can do is try to rebuild that trust going forward. Because walking away from you and what we share, would be the stupidest mistake in my life, and the one thing I would regret the most. I'm fully on board with this," she told him with a smile that brought a certain sparkle to her already dazzling blue eyes.

"That's the best thing I've heard all day," he whispered, drinking in the coffee taste that was Rory Gilmore. She was disappointed the kiss was short but stunned with the taste of mint that had built on her tastes buds. That awful taste of smoke long gone. Mint was by far a better taste for him.

It amazed her how easily they had walked through the market, getting things for a dinner. One they were going to make themselves together. Simply so Jess could see first hand that she can cook, and doesn't rely on take out, like she had growing up. Jess surprised her by buying her flowers when her back was turned. He wrapped his arm around from behind, kissing her cheek, presenting her with the flowers.

"I don't see people so in love, like the two of you. I've lived long enough to see the power that love has on us. Don't let it go," the aging lady, told them, waving the fee for the colorful bouquet. "Your love is enough." They had thanked her, but protested. The money for the flowers, Jess placed in her tip jar.

Once inside Rory's apartment, they had moved around the kitchen like they've been doing it for years. Effortlessly they stepped around the other person, while staying out of the way. Rory had left him once to handle everything, to set the table, adding candles to add more of romantic feel to it.

"I'm moving to Boston. I can write from anywhere and being close would be ideal to work on us. I've been thinking about it for weeks now." Rory sat shocked that he had put that much thought into this before he even knew she would agree.

"It's for the best," she responded, with a small smile.

This time, things would work out. Neither one wanted to fail at this last chance on true love. Jess was ready to work hard at keeping Rory in his life. Rory was ready to do the same.