“Honestly, anything.” Jack said with a grin and a shrug. “I’m not at all picky right now.”
She had her own little wicked idea. Taking a grape in her mouth between her lips instead of her teeth, Katelynn walked over to him and fed it to him, passing it along with her tongue. “Then maybe I’ll just feed you grapes,” she murmured, staring seductively into his eyes, a flush on her cheeks.
The sunlight from outside was beginning to wane, casting the kitchen in a soft, orange glow, but Katelynn was too busy staring into green eyes to really notice.
Jack was momentarily stunned when she had passed the grape to him like that. It sat in his mouth for a moment before he clenched his teeth, chewing it, and swallowed it slowly. His eyes stared, still, wide with surprise, before that blush rushed over his face, turning it from blue to purple.
“…I’m… okay with that…” he answered quietly.
Jack Maple 