Cold Night

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1776, New York City

          John walked beside Alexander, the sun began to set and a soft wind blew rustling John's hair. Alex couldn't help but stare at the man he met just a few hours ago, Fascinated by the way the wind ran through his hair, and the sliver of sunlight reflected off his emerald eyes.
         John caught his gaze and blushed a deep red diverting his eyes. He had fallen for this man and he hated himself for it.
"Hey John?" Alex said softly
"Yeah"
"Is something wrong?" Alex leaned in closely, locking eyes, concern in his voice.
"N-no, it's just a little cold"
          Alex smirked and placed his arm around John's shoulder "does this help?" He said leaning closer
"Yes" John's whispered looked at his feet
"Has any one told you you have the most beautiful freckles?"
"Alex" John snapped and pushed Alex's arm off
         Confused, Alex stepped back "did... did I cross a line?" He spit out, loosing his previous confidence.
          John shifted on his feet and let out a sigh "no, it's me" he breathed out, tears prickling his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I-I like you... a lot. More than I would ever care to admit. And the scares the hell out of me" tears threatened to fall "yet you seem so confident."
"John" Alex's voice filled with concern "I'm sorry"
"Wait!" John turned quickly to face him "the last thing I want is to worry you. Do you want to walk to my place?"
"Yeah,  Alex said with a smile. "That would be great."

To be continued...
Authors note:  the next chapter will be longer I promise.

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