My Moon: An Enjolras Love Story

the secrets that you keep

SÉRAPHINE POV

Enjolras and I had an absolutely lovely meal together, and I found myself feeling more and more attracted to him with every word he spoke. Something about him made me feel so at ease, so free, so unbound. Nothing mattered when I was talking to him -- all the other problems of the world disappeared whenever I was privileged enough to be in his company.

Once the meal ended, Enjolras -- again -- pulled from his pocket enough money to cover both of our meals. I felt very guilty that he kept feeling the need to pay for my food, but my heart fluttered when I remembered the reason why he did so. He must have truly liked me in order to refuse to let me pay for my own lunch.

"Thank you, Enjolras. You really don't have to do that," I offered as he placed the money the table.

"It's my pleasure," he grinned.

I swooned in my seat, blushing. As he had said about me earlier, there was not a single thing about Enjolras that I could possibly find to complain about.

After Enjolras placed the money on the table and escorted me outside, he looked down at me with a smile and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers in between mine.

Suddenly I felt safer. Although no dangers were present, feeling Enjolras's warm hand intertwined with mine put me in a place of comfort, a place where no harm could befall me. I made a mental note to think of this any time I felt stressed or upset -- I knew that the thought of my hand intermingled with his would be able to assuage any potential fears.

"Allow me to walk you home," Enjolras said.

"I would like nothing more," I smiled back up at him.

"Did you enjoy our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked me.

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Wow," I replied. "Boyfriend and girlfriend."

The labels had not been spoken out loud yet. I had a feeling in my chest that Enjolras and I were technically classified as such as early as the previous night, when we were at my house for dinner. Even so, hearing the words "boyfriend and girlfriend" being uttered from Enjolras's lips made the start of our relationship that much more real. It was surreal to think that this man, this wonderful, charming man that I had met not a week before, was my boyfriend. I was again mesmerized at how quickly the sequence of events had transpired.

"It does seem a bit unreal," Enjolras chuckled, his words echoing my thoughts.

"I'm just happy you feel the same way I do," I admitted.

"Yeah? Well, I'm just impressed with how much gall it must have taken for you to admit that you were interested in me. To be honest, I'm not sure I would have done it, considering the circumstances."

"What circumstances?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

As he had numerous times since I had met him, Enjolras stopped walking and looked as though he had said something he should not have said. What was going on? Was he hiding something from me?

"Nothing," he responded, continuing to walk as he gently pulled me along by the hand. "Just that I have never been in a relationship and I did not want to ruin our friendship."

If he was lying, he was doing far too good a job of it. I decided that I was simply over-analyzing his words; he seemed like he was telling the truth. Besides, what "circumstances" could he possibly have been talking about?

"Okay," I accepted.

As we continued to walk, we again resumed talking. I tried to ask him a few questions about the street protests that he had planned on initiating, but his answers about the topic were very dismissive. It was as if he did not want to speak about such a thing. At first, this puzzled me, but I eventually reached the conclusion that he likely did not want to talk about "work" or "business" types of things on our very first date as boyfriend and girlfriend. It made sense to me, and I abandoned the issue.