Page 29 of Playful Kris

“I could have helped pay for groceries, you know.” She blows a piece of her auburn hair from her face, and I realize she’s struggling with the few bags she has.

“Here,” I tell her, switching bags from my right to left hand and taking one set she has.

“Thank you.” She smiles at me, and I forget all of my surroundings with that smile.

Which is really fucking weird when you think about it.

And really fucking embarrassing when I smack right into the side of my truck.

I’m surprised there isn’t a large me-shaped imprint in the back door.

Her laughter pulls me from my thoughts, and when I spin around she’s doubled over like she’s trying not to piss herself.

“Oh, you think this is funny, huh?” A smile spreads across my lips, this moment is so care free between us and I don’t want to lose it.

I sit my bags down on the asphalt and start toward her. Her emerald eyes widen the closer I get and she sits her bag down before she attempts to take off in a run, but I’m bigger and quicker and reach her before her foot even hits the pavement.

“Kris,” she squeals as I tickle her side.

She feels so good pressed up against me like this, too fucking good.

And that’s when I realize we have an audience.

Every other person in the parking lot is staring at us. A few are smiling, a couple thinking we’re probably high on some shit.

My dick is pressed into her ass, and she freezes against me when she feels it.

“Kris.” This time my name is a whisper on her lips, and it fades everything around us once more when she twists her head just enough to look up at me.

Our lips are so close, just a half an inch closer and they’d be touching.

Her tongue dips out, sliding over her lower lip as her eyes bounce from mine to my lips.

“I want to kiss you,” I say. “But I don’t want to fuck things up between us either,” I tell her, honestly.

Her eyes widen slightly before she straightens and steps away from me. The contact broken, and the moment gone for ever other than what I’ve committed to memory.

“We shouldn’t go there again.” Her voice is shaky as she says the words, and all I do is nod before opening the truck door for her and grabbing the bags we left on the ground and sitting them in the backseat.

She’s right.

Going there would only hurt her further, because I’m too fucking locked down inside to even consider opening up for her.

12

KAMERON

The ride from the grocery store to the cabin is filled with awkward silence between the two of us.

My head faces away from Kris as he weaves through the winding roads that lead up the mountain to our destination. The view is magnificent, with the changing colors of the trees and the wildlife.

The entire mountain looks like a magazine, although I guess it probably is since these mountains have been photographed countless times.

I can’t believe he told me he wanted to kiss me.

And I can’t believe I had a small lapse in judgment where I wanted him to kiss me.

What’s wrong with me?

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