“You have photo evidence, love – I think you can do more than remember,” she teased while her cheeks heated up, the point going right over her head as she moved toward him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He made a soft, happy sound as she kissed him, and cupped her cheek, turning her head so that he could kiss her lips properly. “True, true. So, why don’t we get cleaned up, and then we can start the movie?”
Moving over to the beanbag to plop herself on top of it, Katelynn giggled in polite amusement. “Love, I think if we get cleaned up we won’t really be giving the movie much attention,” she told him suggestively.
Yet she rested her hands in her lap, turning into the timid little thing she was. Jack always seemed to bring that side of her that just waited for him to jump at her and kiss her senseless.
That wasn’t quite what Jack had hoped for. The paint was sticky and a little unpleasant, now that it was drying, and he would very much have preferred to wipe it off before snuggling with his fiancee. But Katelynn seemed determined, so he came over to join her, doing his best to get comfortable in the beanbag.
“All right,” he said with a smile, curling up with her. “Let the movie magic begin."
Jack Maple 