TW: Mentions of Francis, mentions of bruises, and mentions of rape
Friday: 5:39 AM
The sun was already up when Alexander slowly rose from his sleep. He let out a long yawn and stretched his arms, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face.
Best sleep Alexander's had in 5 years.
He could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hear the sound of birds chirping outside the window.
John was already awake and sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup of hot coffee in his hand.
"Good morning sleepy head," John said with a smile and leaned in to kiss Alexander's forehead.
He then handed him a cup of coffee, the steam rising from it and the aroma filling the room.
Alexander took the cup, the warmth of the coffee seeping through his fingers as he held it.
He could feel the rough texture of the mug against his palms and the smoothness of the coffee as he took a sip.
"Hej John, godmorgen," Alexander said tiredly, his voice still thick with sleep.
He took a sip of the coffee, and the rich flavor of it filled his mouth, making him feel more awake and alert.
He could taste the bitterness of the coffee and the sweetness of the cream, and feel the warmth of the liquid as it went down his throat.
"So being tired makes you speak Danish?" John joked, sitting down on the bed next to Alexander.
Alexander laughed and took another sip of his coffee.
He could feel the caffeine starting to kick in, making him more energized and alert.
He walked over to the window, feeling the coolness of the floor against his bare feet and the warmth of the sun on his skin.
He looked out at the beautiful view -of the college campus- outside, the vivid colors of the flowers and trees filling his vision, and turned to face John with a smile.
Alexander turned to John, his eyes shining with emotion, and spoke softly, "You make me feel weird."
John, caught off guard by Alexander's sudden confession, felt his stomach drop slightly.
He could smell the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen.
Why could he hear 3 people talking?
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at Alexander with concern.
Alexander's face broke into a wide smile, the corners of his lips turning upward.
John could see the hint of pink on Alexander's cheeks, and he realized that he had never seen him look more beautiful.
"I mean good weird, like when you get stomach butterflies, like when Thomas loses a debate." John chuckled at the comparison, the sound filling the room like music.
The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the two men.
"Really?"
Alexander gazed at John with deep affection, feeling his face flush as John smiled back at him.
Alexander took a step forward, closing the distance between him and John. His eyes locked on John's as he took a deep breath.
The scent of his cologne filled Alexander's nostrils, a musky and earthy aroma that made his heart race.
With a steady hand, he reached out and gently grasped John's hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own.
His other hand glided up to John's face, tracing the outline of his cheekbones with feather-light touches.
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