Page 96 of Playful Kris

“Down, girl,” Cora murmurs beside me.

“Yep.” His eyes connect with mine again. “Here I am.”

“So, maybe we can go get a bite to eat?” she asks, and I can hear the hopefulness dripping from her.

Well, I think not, Rebecca. He’s mine.

And just like that all of my anxiety earlier washes away when he smiles at me because for some reason in his eyes, I know it’s different this time.

“I can’t, Rebecca.”

She frowns.

“I’ve got plans with my girlfriend tonight.”

Cora gasps beside me, my mouth drops open, and Kris’ smile grows wider while Rebecca looks like she could combust.

Girlfriend.

Holy shit. He called me his girlfriend.

But he also told me he loved me so this shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, but still… he called me his girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?” she asks, looking over her shoulder to where we stand. “Oh, Kameron?”

He steps away from her, coming over to me and wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side.

“Yeah, it’s sort of new, but it’s sorta been going on for years.” He smiles down at me.

God, I really love that smile.

I really love him.

“Hmm. Well, okay. I guess I’ll see ya around.” She stares at him before fixing her cold eyes on me, but I don’t care because the way this man looks at me sets me right on fire.

“I’m guessing you two will have plans tonight?” Cora asks from beside us as we watch Rebecca walk away.

“I’m not sure,” I say.

At the same time he says, “Oh for sure.”

We stare at each other, not saying another word.

“Okay…” She laughs. “I’m going to just excuse myself. Why don’t you go ahead and take off, Kam? We’re pretty much done here for the day and I think you have more pressing needs.”

She heads off in the direction of the volunteers who are wrapping up their day.

“You want to come to my place tonight?” he asks, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. “God, I’ve been waiting to do that again.”

“Your place sounds good, I just need to stop by my house and get my things.”

He nods, links his fingers with mine and leads me in the direction of his truck.

He opens the door for me, and I sigh. It’s like deja vu.

He holds my hand the entire way through town, he opens my door when we get to my house, he doesn’t leave my side when I pack my things for the night at his place.

He opened the door for me again, and our hands have been tangled on the console the entire way to his house.

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