“Oh no I have them. Thanks,” Jack said as he approached the bed and set the tray on the bedside table. He kept the dressing gown on and eased into the bed slowly, tugging the sheets back for Katelynn. Once she had sat, he tugs the blankets up around her before handing her the plate. “Bon apetite mon cherie.” he says with a grin before settling against his pillow.
“A-and yes. Before, I did have braces. My teeth were a-awful when i was nine so I got some until I was nineteen. Painful.”
Katelynn blushed, feeling really spoiled, especially at the affectionate nickname. “Doesn’t that mean ‘my friend’?” she wondered, picking up a fork to start digging into the pancakes, moaning at how good they tasted.
“I wonder if there are any photo’s of you with the braces on. I’d like to see them.”
"I don’t know. I’ve just heard it from movies.“ Jack said with a shrug as he picked up the knife and fork, picked up a strawberry, and used it to help him cut through the pancake by piercing the same fork into the soft fluffy delictables.
"Oh there are many photos of me with braces on..”
Jack Maple 