Page 42 of Playful Kris

Our eyes are still locked before she hangs her head and follows after them all, while I’m the asshole bringing up the rear.

Thankfully were the first ones dropped off since we’re the farthest away. There’s no way I would have survived a long ass trip with everyone doing drunk karaoke.

Not a damn chance.

Kam steps off the bus first, walking as quickly as she can to the door while I say bye to my brother and Ruby.

By the time I catch up to her, she’s still struggling to get the door open. Watching her try again, I sigh.

“You’re entering the wrong code.” I grab her wrist, pulling it away and hitting the correct sequence before the lock flashes green and I push the door open.

She doesn’t speak as she stomps inside, and I groan.

Locking the door behind me, I follow her through the cabin until we’re upstairs.

“What do you want, Kris?” she snaps, moving to her suitcase and digging through it.

“I wanted to talk about what happened,” I tell her.

“Nothing happened. You made that clear when you practically jumped ten miles away from me like I was disgusting to be seen with.”

“That’s not what happened.” I try to reason, knowing that a drunk Kam isn’t the easiest to get to understand.

She’s halfway to the bathroom now but whirls on me with her hairbrush in her hand that almost clips me in the chin. “Oh, really?” Her eyes widen at our closeness.

“If I thought you were disgusting I wouldn’t have let you kiss me,” I snap, needing her to understand that’s not what is happening right now.

“I did not kiss you, dickhead. You kissed me.”

“Oh, that’s how I know you’re drunk.” She totally kissed me. I was there.

“Fuck you, Kris,” she screams, spinning and slamming the bathroom door behind her.

She’s so damn infuriating. I head downstairs in search of pain relievers and Gatorade, knowing she’ll need something because tomorrow is going to be a bitch for her.

After I lock the doors, and have her Gatorade and medicine in my hand I head back upstairs to put these on her nightstand.

What I wasn’t expecting was her standing in front of me.

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KAMERON

I let the water cascade down my body, trying to sober me up with a cool shower before I get out and face plant on the bed.

And if Kris knows what’s good for him, he’ll be outside on the deck sleeping with the bears for all I care.

I get that he’s never really been a super affectionate person in public, but he really didn’t have to jump away from me like I have the plague.

Maybe it was me that kissed him, but at least I had a lot to drink tonight and can use it as an excuse even though I couldn’t take it anymore between us. His touches all night long have been teasing, and the two of us are so hot and cold it’s impossible not to combust at some point.

Shutting the shower off, I twist all the water out of my hair and open the shower to find a towel.

Shit.

We’re out of towels, how is this even possible?

Oh, I know. Kris.

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