Page 32 of Playful Kris

Kris leans into me further, and I know I stop breathing all together this time. I stare at his lips, wondering what he’s going to do next.

He leans further, pressing his lips against my ear before whispering, “I know I take your breath away.”

Chill bumps break out across my skin.

“But breathe.”

Kris pulls away, winks, and disappears back inside.

This time I don’t hold in my scream.

I turn to the mountain side and scream all my frustrations into the fall air.

This is going to be the longest four days of my life.

Sliding my phone out of my back pocket, I pull up my text thread with Cora.

Me

I’m not going to survive this trip.

She texts back almost immediately.

Cora

What happened?

Me

It was nice knowing you. Donate my stuff to charity.

Cora

Dramatic much? Lol

Me

He’s so infuriating.

Cora

Sounds like hot sex to me.

Me

Cora!!!!

Me

God, no. I’m not going there.

Cora

Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.

Me

Well, you’re no help.

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