“Okay, no more stressing. I want to enjoy this.” Brenton opens the picnic basket and starts spreading out food and drinks.
They do what Zeke suggests: they eat, they drink, and they talk. It’s not a lot different from much of the times they’ve spent together, but they both flirt a little more than they usually do. Zeke lets himself look at Brenton all he wants. He’s no longer afraid of letting his gaze linger. Brenton likes him back; he won’t be offended that Zeke finds him attractive.
“Is it cheesy to say I really like your smile?” Brenton asks when they’re packing up the picnic basket.
“No.” Zeke can’t help smiling wider at the compliment, and Brenton reaches out towards him and cups Zeke’s face in his hand. His hand is huge, and Zeke can feel the strength in it. Normally, that might make him a little nervous, but Brenton’s never intimidated him that way. The gentleness inside of him shows through too easily for Zeke to be afraid of him.
“Can I kiss you?” Brenton asks.