Sherlock slid in closer towards John. His warm breath and cold hands chilled him. He inched closer. John blushed with fear and excitement, not knowing what would happen or what to do.
Sherlock stopped.
"Sherlock?"
"John. I have something to tell you."
"Yes?" His hands shook with anticipation.
"I lo-"
John woke with a start. "But- I- I don't feel like that for Sherlock. I used to have a girlfriend. Now I have a wife." John thought with indignance. "I can't and I don't feel like that for Sherlock. He's only a flatmate."
Molly stepped back from the doorway. She quietly strode in.
"Oh really?" Molly smirked.