This is important || Edell
Eden wrapped her arms around Mitchell, the overwhelming need she had to be in his presence finally subsiding now that she was in his arms. She’d never felt like she needed someone before, had never understood how someone could be that important in your life that you could actually crave their presence. But now she understood. It was a part of this whole love thing, this thing she’d never experienced before. “Me either, Mitchell Abrams,” Eden admitted, tiptoeing up to kiss him quickly again. There was nothing better than this, nothing could beat the feeling of being able to tell the person you love that you love them and having them feel the same way. It was like everything had fallen perfectly into place. “Now,” she said, looking up at him and trying to contain her ridiculously huge smile. “Are you going to make me stand here with you in the doorway until I leave? Because while I wouldn’t argue with that, we might freak out your neighbors,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Plus, there’s always people watching out here. Creepy photographers trying to snap the next picture of heartthrob Mitch Abrams.”
"Yes, get in here. I will coach you on what to say to my parents to make them not ask you how fertile you are," he spoke with an easy tone as he pulled his girlfriend into his apartment. Setting her down onto the couch, Mitchell pulled her gently into his lap and smiled as he kissed up and down her neck and wrapped his arms firmly around her slight figure. "Can we just not go and just nuzzle on the couch and make out and say I love you a thousand and one times?" he pleaded as the tip of his nose found her earlobe. If anyone from school saw him now, there would be many choice words about how he was acting. He had become a softie, an extreme softie. He wasn't even pressuring Eden to do anything with him because frankly, he didn't want that, probably couldn't handle that to be honest. He was perfectly fine with what they were doing and how slow they were going. He loved it.