Page 34 of Playful Kris

“Let me ask Kameron.”

“Ask me what?” She steps inside, looking at me with a frown.

“Kaleb wants us to go out with them tonight.”

I stare at her, trying to gauge her features and figure out if she really wants to go.

I know Kam and she’ll agree just because she doesn’t want to disappoint anyone.

“Sure,” she answers quickly, surprising the hell out of me. “What time?”

“Well,” I shift so I’m standing at my full height, “they’re kind of already on their way here to pick us up.” I offer an apologetic smile.

“Of course they are.” She laughs, remembering how spontaneous my brother can be. “Okay, let me go change.”

She takes off up the stairs, and I stare at her ass with each step she takes, enjoying the view.

“We’re in,” I tell my brother once she’s out of sight.

“Be there in like twenty,” he tells me, disconnecting the call.

I pocket my phone, and head up the stairs. Kam has her suitcase open on the floor, digging through to find something to wear. I’m heading to the bathroom when I do a double take, and realize she’s sitting in her bra and underwear, her leggings and shirt have been tossed across the room.

Our eyes connect through the mirror, and she stops digging, pulling out a pair of jeans.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me in my bra and underwear before, Kris.” She rolls her eyes.

While this is true, it still feels like the very first time I’ve laid eyes on her all over again.

“Dude, who’s that?” I ask my friend, Jed. “I’ve never seen her around here before.”

We’re at the clubhouse, waiting for our game to start. I like to come into the dugout before each game, and soak in the quietness of the empty field to prepare for each game.

That’s when I see the most beautiful redhead I think I’ve ever seen. Her thin frame, long red hair pulled into a high ponytail while sporting a U of T t-shirt and denim shorts.

Damn, those shorts show off her perfectly long legs right down to the white sneakers she’s paired them with.

It’s hot as fuck today, but she looks like a breath of fresh air. Nothing like the bitches I’ve been messing with since I made the team at U of T.

“Oh, I think she's a freshman.” Jed stares in the direction of where the beauty is sitting. I feel his eyes shift to me. “This is going to be fun.” He laughs.

“What?” I frown, not pulling my eyes off her, I can’t.

“Watching you fall on your ass over a chick.” He shakes his head.

“Yeah, right. You and I both know I don’t do relationships, not for the long haul.”

He shrugs at my words. “Never know, people can change.”

I don’t even respond.

I can’t. I’m too busy watching this girl talk to her friends around her, and I find myself wondering what her name is and how I can meet her.

“Are you okay?” Kam says, pulling me from my flashback.

“Yeah, sorry.” I run a hand over my face and disappear into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

It’s always been Kam, even though I’m not capable of giving her more than what she sees in front of her right now.

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