Gearing up for a big chapter.
Awareness
Sherlock was plagued by his new awareness.
He wanted to say something, to get it out in the open for his own relief, but that would ruin everything. He'd surely desert me if he were to find out how I feel. It was a pressing ache in the back of his head, and it was beginning to overwhelm him.
He thought back to the first time he met John, smelling like cinnamon sugar, standing behind a cash register. Kind, genuine John with his passion for coffee.
Sherlock was head over heels with John, and he had no clue what to do about it.
Prompt was from CrimsonDuchess, and it was: cinnamon