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.”
Pushing play, she rested her head upon his chest and just nuzzled into him. It was strange yet amazing at the same time because he smelled so fruity yet was so warm that she couldn’t help latching on closer.
“First anniversary of many, right love?” she inquired, knowing the answer already but still wishing to hear him say it. Perhaps it stemmed from old insecurities but she knew Jack, who had stayed by her side through it all, wouldn’t be like the others.
With Katelynn cuddling him like that, her hair warm and soft and tickling slightly, Jack soon forgot about the paint. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close. As the movie began to play, he thought of this time last year; how nervous he’d been, how attracted he’d been to her even if he’d been afraid to say it. Well, he wasn’t afraid to say it anymore.
“The first of a lifetime,” he whispered back. And he reached down, brushed Katelynn’s hair aside with a gentle touch, and kissed her forehead.
Jack Maple 