Because it was Jack and no one else, Katelynn built up enough confidence to pose for him, her back on a white part of the large, white canvas. She raised her leg to rest the ball of her foot on it and raised her arms above her head to give emphasis to her small chest, hoping to make it a bit larger than it was.
“How’s this?” she teased softly, running her tongue along the bottom of her lip.
Jack felt his breath catch in his throat. “… P-perfect.”
He started taking pictures, trying not to feel like a pervert as he did. Katelynn had given him permission, hadn’t she? These were for his private enjoyment, just as the ones she’d taken of him would be for her eyes alone.
Although photography wasn’t his specialty, he still had a good eye for lighting and angles – soon, he had a nice collection of shots. “Thank you, Katelynn. I’ll remember this for a long time.”
“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?"
Jack Maple 