Chapter Three

Jason and Emma sat on the blanket, talking, joking, and laughing. Having a good time.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm starved," She told him, as she heard her stomach growl. Jason laughed, when he heard it.

He reached for the picnic basket, and opened it and began to take out the sorted fruit and vegetables and sandwiches and placed them on the blanket, in front of them.

Emma smiled, as she took the plate of food from him. "Thank you," She said.

"You're welcome," He said, as he made up a plate for himself.

They sat and ate in silence. Occasionally looking up in each other's eyes and smile.

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"So, where did you use to live before you came to Angel Grove?" He asked, breaking the silence between them, with small talk.

Emma whipped her mouth with her napkin, taking a drink of her water, before answering. "Before I moved to Angel Grove, I lived in a small town in Washington. When my grandma died, my parents inherited her house, so we moved," She told him. "What about you? Have you lived in Angel Grove your whole life?" She stretched out on the blanket, propping her head up with her hand.

"Yeah, as far as I can remember."

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They talked for a few minutes, before Jason started picking up the trash and putting away the left over food. She helped him too.

When they were finished, Emma and Jason laid back on the blanket, looking up at the sky. White clouds in many sizes and forms scattered across the blue sky. The sun was slowly going down behind the horizon.

They talked some more, still getting to know each other. Finding out things that they have in common, new things about each other.

Emma laid back, with her arms behind her head, resting her head, she closed her eyes. Drifting in her thoughts about Jason. Her heart smiled, feeling more and more, each time she is with him, with love. She wondered, time to time, if he felt inside, what she was feeling right at that moment.

Jason turned to look at Emma. He smiled to himself, as he watched her; lay there with her eyes closed. How beautiful she was. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him, to feel her next to him. To kiss her, to feel her soft, pink, lips on his.

He propped himself up on his elbow, turning on his right side, facing her. He brought his free hand up to her face and lightly brushed away a strand of her dark brown hair from her face. She opened her eyes, meeting his. She smiled. She brought her hand up and covered hers with his. He brought her hand up and kissed it, sending shivers through her body.

"Kiss me," She whispered. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to feel his lips.

"My pleasure," He said, cupping her face and slowly, lowering his head, to where their lips met. Taking each other on a roller coaster of pure bliss.