RWRB-The Brownstone Chronicles

Alex is nervous

It's the next day. Alex is awoken by the familiar noise of Henry snoring softly beside him. A thin glimmer of golden sunshine streams in through their curtains and lights up his cheekbones. He silently thanks whatever God decided to grant him Henry. He'll never get used to the fact that this is all real. Henry, the boy in June's glossy magazine all those years ago with tousled blonde hair and that preposterous polo uniform. Henry, his arch rival. Henry, the love of his life. He really needed to grow a pair of balls and propose. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Well.... I mean, he could be rejected by his soul mate and have to resort to a life of loneliness and working alongside waspy Hunter for the rest of his sad life. Just as his mind was spiralling into a pit of doom, Henry opened his bottomless blue eyes and grinned at Alex. Not his press smile, but his real one, that make Alex's heart sometsault into fucking cardiac arrest. "You ok, love?" Henry mumbled lovingly. "Yeah baby, just admiring you", Alex replied sarcastically (although they both knew he was serious). Alex felt the mattress shift beneath him as Henry got up and put on his slippers before heading down to the kitchen to let David out. As soon as Henry left the room Alex tiptoed over to his blue button up shirt resting on his chair. He felt the hard box in his breast pocket as he began getting dressed. He was going to propose today. Its now or never he thought as he slipped on his brown chinos. God he hoped Henry would fucking say yes. "Bacon and eggs ok,love?", he heard Henry call from the kitchen. "Yeah sounds good" he hollers back, trying to mask the nervousness from his voice.