Page 31 of Playful Kris

Which reminds me that there’s only one bedroom.

“Umm,” I say, stepping back into the bedroom. God, this view really is beautiful. “There’s only one bedroom, one bed.”

“Yeah.” Kris stands to his full height, running a hand down the back of his head and neck. “About that.” He looks up at me, embarrassed.

“You didn’t.” My jaw drops. “Are you serious? You booked this place knowing there was only one bed?” The annoyance in my voice is present, and he knows it. “Unbelievable.”

I spin around, stomping down the stairs much like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but oh well.

Where am I going to go? I step off the stairs and realize I’m trapped on a damn mountain with my ex.

What on Earth could go wrong?

I look over at the mountain side again, the balcony will have to do. Moving across the room, I struggle getting the lock undone for my escape.

And who comes to my rescue?

The jackass that booked one bedroom, that’s who.

“Here.” He flicks the latch easily and the door slides open, only ramping up my emotion further.

I step outside, taking a deep breath and telling myself it would be inappropriate to scream at the top of my lungs right now.

“Kam, wait.” Kris steps out behind me. “I’m sorry.”

I sigh, I hate when he says he’s sorry. It’s rare, and it hits me in the chest every damn time.

“You couldn’t have booked a two bedroom? Something with two beds? Anything?” I ask, turning slowly to look at him.

“Honestly? I could have.” He shrugs, stepping closer to me. “But, that would have meant I was closer to my family this weekend, and I wanted distance between us.”

“Why?” I ask. “I know you told me that little bit in the car earlier this morning, but what issobad that you would stick us up a mountain in a…” I trail off, seeing the sign hanging behind Kris’ head. “Lovers Loft? Kris.” My eyes widen on him.

He laughs. The motherfucker laughs at what I’ve just said.

“In my defense, I didn’t know that was the name of the cabin. It just looked nice, and I ignored the fact there was only one bedroom.”

“Jesus.” I stare at him. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” he counters, and the quickness to his response makes me want to flick his nose.

Yes, flick his nose because that shit will make your eyes water and it stings forever.

“Ugh.” I scream in frustration. Why does it bother me that he didn’t ask to sleep with me?

What is happening?

Kris’ eyes flare as he steps closer to me again. My breathing becomes rapid.

“Did you want me to ask you?” His voice is low, and damn if it doesn’t hit me right where I don’t want it to. “Is that what this is about? Or are you too afraid to share a bed with me, Kam? Afraid you can’t control yourself?”

My eyes narrow at him, and I cross my arms over my chest, coming nose to nose with him in the process. “I’m not afraid of shit where you’re concerned.” I look him up and down. “Been there, done that.”

Jesus Christ, did I just say that?

I sound like a miserable high schooler that doesn’t have a better comeback.

He smirks at me, and I want to do more than flick his nose now.

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