Page 39 of Playful Kris

It’s the only reason I know every single word of Elvira.

Davidson looks around, confused why everyone is starting to jump around to the beat of the song as the intensity picks up. He’s clearly not a fan of eighties music.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice says from behind me, and I really have to focus on biting back my smile as I turn to face him. “Dance with me?” he asks.

I wait a second, staring into his eyes, and completely forgetting about Davidson behind me. The chorus hits and I sing the opening line to him as my response, making him smile.

My heart could pound right out of my chest at the pure happiness on his face right now, despite being ready to break down minutes ago.

We stand in the middle of the dance floor, doing the same goofy dance moves that we did years ago as everyone else joins in.

Well, everyone except for Davidson, I have no idea where he disappeared to.

The song eventually changes. Kris and I stand in our spots, laughing from our antics and the memories of the song as we attempt to catch our breath. We’ve only had a couple drinks apiece so far, at least for me.

“Let’s have another drink.” He smiles, eyes glossy as he stares down at me.

“Okay.” It’s more of a whisper than anything.

Kris holds his hand out to me, and I think about taking it and following him to the bar. But the feisty side of me won’t allow it, a truce can’t be this easy between us, not with our past.

Although tonight, I can let up a little and enjoy this night out for his sake.

Whatever was going through his head earlier was clearly difficult for him.

His hand is still extended between us when my lips curve slightly. I swat his hand away, and push past him heading toward the bar.

“No need for an escort, Hart.” I don’t look behind me, but even over the intro of the next song I can hear his laughter and relax a little, knowing that I’ve taken whatever foul mood appeared earlier away from him.

I reach the bar, waving at one of the bartenders to get their attention when Kris slides into the open spot beside me. He’s sitting on the bar stool, legs open facing me and I just happen to be right between them with the way he’s positioned himself.

The bartender reaches us, and I look over at Kris, smirking.

“Two shots, please.”

The guy nods. “What’s your poison?” he asks, looking between the two of us.

Kris stares at me, and I wait. I’ll let him choose what he wants to drink tonight.

“Tequila,” he tells the man, never taking his eyes off of me.

The intensity in his stare nearly makes me shiver, and I discreetly squeeze my legs to get rid of the ache forming from just his eyes being on me.

The bartender says something but I can’t hear anything when Kris is looking at me like this.

This is going to be a disaster. Pure fire, both the good kind and the bad.

And for some damn reason, I don’t care to stop it right now.

Our shots are poured and slid across the bar to us.

“Hey, I want in on this shot action.” Kaleb claps a hand on Kris’ shoulder, breaking our connection. “Two for us as well.”

Ruby steps beside me, smiling and taking her freshly poured shot as we all four hold them between us.

Kaleb looks at his fiance, smiles and says, “To love.”

My eyes immediately move to Kris, and my mouth parts slightly at the sight of him looking at me already. I smile, licking the salt from my hand, tilting the glass to my lips before sitting it down and grabbing a lime and sucking the juice from it.

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