Bonjour!
Too Long
Anita and David stood outside the gate as the cab drove off, waving at Sherlock and John until neither pair could see the other.
It was January 3rd, and not a word had been spoken about the midnight kiss.
The once-promising exchange was lingering over John's shoulders like a too-heavy blanket. Sherlock didn't seem to remember it at all, as he'd spent a good portion of the night throwing up. John hadn't thought it wise to bring it up.
Stupid, stupid, he chided himself mentally, looking out the window. And now you've let it go too long. Too late to say anything now.
Prompt was from Arty Diane, and it was: too long