"No, I imagine we hadn't," Edmund agreed. He smiled as she trailed her finger along his hand and nodded his agreement, turning to follow her to the bench. He set the basket down near their feet and turned toward her once he'd taken his seat, hands reaching for hers.
"I don't want you to feel pressured, Eliza," he started, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "Truly, if you'd rather stay here and have our breakfast and just see what happens today, we can. I don't wish for our first kiss to be something you regret."