Imogen’s large brown eyes gazed up at the boy who was lingering above her and she couldn’t help but smile. This still felt like some sort of silly dream that she’d soon wake up from but she was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. She watched as he leaned over and grabbed a strawberry from their assortment of foods and she gingerly took it between her teeth as he held it down for her. He extended his hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her up in front of him. Her heart began to race when he wrapped his arm around her waist and she felt his cheek against hers. She looked at the food spread out in front of them and she tried to answer his question but thinking clearly had become more difficult since he’d gotten so close. All of this was happening so fast and she didn’t even know what “this” was. “Um. I made us sandwiches. There’s turky and ham. I like both so take whichever one you want..” She replied, trying to keep her voice from wavering. “I brought some chips too,” she added, her voice trailing off as her thoughts continued to pound away at her mind. “What are we?” She asked without missing much of a beat from listing off what she’d brought for their picnic. “This just…came out of nowhere,” she added, referring to their coupley-ness. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier. I just, don’t want to go home confused as to what any of this even means…” She explained and she pulled away from him just a little so that she could look over at him. She placed her arm on top of the one that was resting around her waist and she waited patiently for some sort of response from him on the subject.
Eli noticed Imogen’s tone change, her eyes giving her thoughts away. The words, “What are we?” transmitted the loudest, feeling her face move away from his as her arm rested on top of his. He lifted his eyebrows, letting his eyes scan hers a moment before starting. He blinked heavily, letting a small exhale out through his nose before lifting his momentarily dropped graze to make his green orbs meet her big browns. “..I know it seems out of nowhere, but, I like you, Imogen.” He squeezed her waist softly, emphasizing his words. “I’ve always been attracted to you, it’s just..” A slight pause held his words in his throat, giving him a chance to moisten his lips with his tongue. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he closed his mouth a second, taking in her expression. “..I had to get my head right before I pursued you.. I wanted to do this right.” The admission poured through his lips, feeling completely at ease with her in his arms and his thoughts falling from his lips; there was no fear with Imogen, nothing to hold back. “This.. feels right; effortless..” The words were a quiet confession, slipping from his lips without a conscious thought. “I want to see what this is between us.. I want to spend time with you..” He tilted his head forward, resting his forehead to her temple. “But, I don’t want to rush you…” A small exhale expelled from his nose, a lingering blink covering his eyes a moment before he spoke again. His heart was beating heavily against his ribcage as his jaw clenched at his words. The intensity he knew he was capable still scared him, even though he had it mostly in check. His emotions had always ruled him, and even now that he was aware of his disorder, he still had his moments where he wondered what most people considered intense. Studying her face, his eyes slowly moved to take in her expression, trying to read what she was thinking. For the first time all day, he felt a slight wash of nervousness pour into his body, moving through quickly as the comfort set back in as soon as their eyes met. Not breaking their eye contact, he let his fingers on her waist lift up to play lightly with hers that were resting over his.
Imogen’s big brown eyes gazed at him until his green ones rose up to meet hers. She listened intently to his explanation and nodded here and there to let him know that she was listening. Given their past she knew that trusting him on this should be an ordeal and that she shouldn’t do it so easily but her heart was still very much attached to him therefore she didn’t pay attention to what her brain was yelling. “He trampled on that heart of yours before! He’ll do it again!” She brushed away everything inside of her that was telling her to run in the opposite direction and she shook her head lightly. “You’re not rushing me,” she assured him. She had him now and she was going to do whatever she had to to keep him. “I’m just, still getting used to it that’s all,” she explained and she laced their fingers together and gave his hand a small squeeze. After a few moments she let go of his hand and she moved away from him for a second to take the camera off from around her neck. She leaned back in against his chest and held the camera out. “First picture of the day? The happy new couple,” she said with a grin and she looked up at him? “Ready?” She asked and before he had much time to give an answer she leaned in and captured his lips with hers while she simultaneously snapped the picture. She pulled away and giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it,” she added coyly and flashed him a small grin.
