Jack’s eyebrows rose at first. He wasn’t used to Katelynn being like this, although he seriously loved it when she was confident enough to make the first move. Then he recognized the line from his blog, and chuckled. “Katelynn, you can brush up against me a-anytime you like.” And he helped her do so, wrapping his arms around her and giving a little wriggle against her.
Giggling, Katelynn stands outside the apartment door and knocks on the door. Having read his blog as she tended to do, when he answered the door she stood there with one hand on the door frame and the other on her hip. “Hello, mister. O-Oh, you’re a painter? How about I brush up on you?” And proceeded to saddle up to his side, nuzzling her head under his chin with a smile.
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Jack Maple 