He put his hand to my cheek, looking at me intensely. I flushed in the night air, even if it was cold.
"I love you, John," Alexander muttered, leaning in closer to me. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling me closer than he ever had before. I wasn't really surprised with his actions; after all, he is my Alexander. But when he pulled me closer something sparked inside of me. My hands ran through his dark long locks and we kissed and groaned for hours. I didn't expect to feel this way about anyone I'd ever met.
At the very end, when we were both completely spent, I turned to him. I kissed him on the cheek and muttered, "I love you, too, Alexander."
I was in love with him, but he fell out. He didn't know how he felt, and he needed security. He needed someone other than his little army boy toy.
I understood then.
I met Elizabeth Schuyler, and I understood even more.