Love is Blind//Sequel to We're Forbidden

Chapter Ten

 John's Pov

When I woke up in the morning, I almost panicked when I felt something really heavy pressed against my chest. My eyes snapped open only to see Alex's reddish hair. My eyes widened when I realized that he was laying on my chest, still fast asleep.

I couldn't keep myself from smiling slightly at the sight. I had to hold myself back from reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. I felt Alex shift in his sleep, and he buried his head into my neck.

I blushed dark red, before reluctantly sliding out from underneath him. I found myself making breakfast for us both once again this morning because I just didn't trust Alex enough to do it. He's one of the worst cooks I've ever seen.

I made some pancakes with syrup and butter, then neatly set the plates on the table, just in time to hear a loud knock at the door. I hurried over to the door and opened it to see a letter on the doorstep. I kneeled down and saw that it was for Alexander. Probably from Eliza.

I carefully picked it up and walked back inside, closing the door quietly behind me. Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast when I walked back into the kitchen. When he heard me approach the table, he gave me a slight smile, then his eyes flickered down to the letter in my hand.

"Oh right," I cleared my throat. "This came for you." I handed over the letter and watched as he eagerly opened it.

"It's from Eliza," he muttered. I nodded. I slowly took a bite out of my pancakes, before asking, "So how is my favorite Schuyler sister?"

Alexander took another bite of the pancake before answering. "She says she misses me and can't wait until I get home."

I felt a sharp pang of jealousy but only smiled back at Alex. I kicked myself under the table. I don't have any right to feel jealous, I'm the one who ended things between Alexander and me anyway.

"That's nice."

"It is."

I sighed in frustration. Alex raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, John?"

I met his eyes. "I can't do this anymore. Can we just go back to being friends? Please?"

Alex opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. Then he took a deep breath before smiling at me. It wasn't exactly a happy smile, but not a sad smile either.

"I would love that," he told me.

"Good."

I smiled at him, before going back to eating my breakfast. It wasn't until later that night when I noticed that neither one of us had mentioned the fact that we had held hands last night. I shrugged.

Oh well. It was probably just nothing.