Love is Blind//Sequel to We're Forbidden

Chapter Nine

Alexander's Pov

  When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that the room was bathed in dim light, meaning we had probably slept in. The next thing I noticed was that John's chest was pressed up against my back. I blushed, and carefully slid out of bed, trying to be quiet, as to not wake up John.

  I pulled my suitcase out from under the bed, grabbed my clothes, and walked into the bathroom to change. As I got dressed, I kept thinking about how to fix things between me and John. Despite him ending our relationship, my feelings for him obviously hadn't just faded away.

  I still love him just as much as I used to, but I have no way of knowing he still feels the same way about me. John has already made it clear that he doesn't feel right being with me behind Eliza's back. And I completely understand how he feels, I feel bad about it too. But I can't lose John, and I would be content with even just having him as a friend.

I finished getting dressed, fixed my hair a bit, and then opened the bathroom door. I tip-toed back into John's room and grabbed a pen and paper from my suitcase. I slid it back underneath the bed, then walked into the kitchen. I sat down at the table and began writing a letter to Eliza.

I wrote about how much I missed her, how I hoped she was doing well, and about how well the business trip was going. While I was writing, I heard John come into the room behind me. During the time it took for me to finish my letter, he had managed to cook us both breakfast.

I smiled gratefully at him as I slid my letter into my pocket to mail later. I picked up my fork and took a bite of the pancakes John had made and was pleasantly surprised at how good they were.

"So, how is Eliza?" he asked me politely as I ate. I shrugged in response, then swallowed before answering.

"Pretty good actually. She's really excited about the baby."

John nodded and stared down at his food. "Well, that's nice," he said coldly. I frowned and hurried to finish my food. The rest of breakfast was spent in awkward silence.

Several hours passed, and soon it was dark outside. I had just got back from mailing my letter to Eliza, and I walked through the house, looking for John. I found him reading a book by the fire and went to sit down on a chair across from him.

John didn't look up from his book to talk to me, so I simply stared into the fireplace silently. We sat there for a good thirty minutes before he looked at me.

John offered me a kind smile, which I was a bit shocked to see, then said, "Come on, let's go to bed."

I didn't know what to say in response to that, so I only nodded and followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom. We both got ready for bed in about ten minutes, and soon we were both sitting in bed together.

Once again, an awkward silence filled the room. I forced myself to look over at John to see what he was doing, and almost blushed when I saw him looking straight back at me.

I blushed against my will and broke our eye contact by looking down at the sheets. A couple of minutes passed, and I almost flinched away when I felt John suddenly grab my hand.

I looked up at him in confusion, only to see him facing the other way. I thought about letting go of his hand but decided against it.

"Goodnight, Alex," John said quietly, before laying back against the pillows, still gripping my hand. I was still very confused but kept holding his hand as I got comfortable and tried to fall asleep.