Chapter 6
John had woken up early the next day, sunlight breaking through the curtains and brightening the insides of his eyelids. He sat up, yawning and stretching at the same time. He looked to his right, expecting Sherlock to be lid down next to him, but he was caught off guard when he realized the space was vacant and neat, as if it hadn't been touched all night. John frowned, immediately standing up and leaving the bedroom.
He rubbed his eyes, heading towards the bathroom and then proceeding to brush his teeth and splash his face with water. Afterwards, he dragged himself to the living area, still half-asleep.
"Good morning, John." Sherlock said, coming in from the kitchen.
John turned around, startled that Sherlock woke up earlier than he did.
"Oh, good morning." John slurred, rubbing his eyes.
"Sleep well?" Sherlock queried, heading towards the couch with a cup of tea in hand.
"Uh, yes." John replied.
"Kettle's boiled." Sherlock informed him, and John went to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of tea.
John couldn't help but feel awful. He hadn't told Sherlock where he was last night, thus he probably didn't know what he did. What he did was immoral and it would completely ruin Sherlock's trust in him.
John entered the living area, and sat down in his chair, gripping the mug tightly in his hands.
"John, are you alright?" Sherlock inquired, frowning suspiciously at his partner.
John's eyes shifted from the mug to Sherlock's eyes and then back to the mug. "Just fine, Sherlock."
"You're shaky, your eyes are shifty and you haven't said much all morning." Sherlock observed, and John let out a short breath.
"Sh-Sherlock, I..."
"You were not honest with me, John. Actually, you have not said anything to me since yesterday afternoon. You left and you did not bother to respond to my messages or give me so much as a location! I was worried, John. Where were you?" Sherlock demanded, his colorful eyes completely focused on John.
John hesitated, what was he going to say? How should he say it? Certainly Sherlock would understand...no, no he probably wouldn't.
"I was at a coffee shop." John admitted, setting his cup of tea on the table. He clasped his hands together, desperately trying to stop his fingers from shaking.
Sherlock waited patiently for John to continue, even though he understood that John really did not want to say anything else, in fear of hurting Sherlock's feelings. But Sherlock was aware of the unfaithful act, and it didn't matter anymore, Sherlock would be hurt anyway.
"I was with Jen." John said, his heart pounding against his ribcage. All he could hear was the his heartbeat and the flow of blood in his ears/
Sherlock pressed his lips together, knowing well that what John was about to confess, would make him choke on his own breath.
"And I kissed her."