“I’m sorry.” he said weakly. “I’m really not that good at playing games like, like that.” Jack said, looking away, seeming sheepish and embarrassed, which he was. “I’ll try extra hard next time, for you.”
“Hey,” she said softly, leaning over to plant a kiss on his neck. “It’s okay..I was only teasing you. Don’t feel like you have to walk eggshells around me, okay? I want you to be however you want to be with me.”
She had been about to nuzzle him when she noticed the painting finally, seeing the detail and what looked like a girl with long hair. Was that..her?
Jack smiled faintly, still embarrassed. Maybe one day they could do games like that. Pretend to be other people. Flirt openly. Maybe even make love in that way. But he was still finding his footing, sexually, and he wanted to make it right for her.
“Oh you like it?” he asked gently. “It’s pretty isn’t it?”
Jack Maple 