Page 68 of Playful Kris

Kris left early this morning, and I didn’t even feel him climb out of the bed. I woke up snuggled into the giant comforter like a bug in a rug.

Glancing at myself in the mirror one more time, I smile to myself. I’m wearing an elegant maxi dress that has a split fully up the side, exposing my entire left leg. The black fabric is snug around my waist, with enough overhang from the top of my dress that you can barely see it. A deep v on my chest gives just enough hint of what I have underneath, unfortunately I couldn’t wear a bra with it because of that. Everything kept showing.

My black three inch strappy heels are snugly wrapped around my ankle, and my hair is in loose waves.

I smile at myself again. I look pretty hot if I do say so myself.

Now, I just hope Kris likes what he sees when I pull up.

Shrugging my shoulders, I grab the keys he left on the island and head out the front door. When I climb in the driver seat, there’s like a foot of distance between me and the pedals.

Damn. He’d hate my car then.

Once the seat is adjusted, I start the truck and type the address to the venue into my gps before slowly backing out of the driveway.

The entire way to the wedding, I become more anxious at what he’s going to say, or do when he sees me. Will he kiss me? Will it be obvious that we’re just friends with benefits for the weekend? I’m not really sure how this works.

It’s not like I’ll ever see anyone from this wedding again, so I guess it really wouldn’t matter.

Once I pull into the parking lot where the wedding takes place, I shift to park and take a deep breath. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’ve been around most of these people for a few days now. Hell, I’ve been stuck with Kris nearly twenty-four-seven since he picked me up from my house.

There’s no time like the present. Or so they say, so I might as well just rip the Band-Aid off and get this over with.

Then I can find the bar at the reception, and hopefully have enough liquid courage that Kris doesn’t realize how nervous I am about this entire thing.

“Ugh,” I grunt, I have no clue what is wrong with me.

Grabbing his keys, my phone, and my wallet, I climb out of the truck. Well, climb is really a stretch. I sort of half jump, half fall to the concrete below me.

But, hey. It’s alright. My boobs didn’t fall out, and no one seemed to be watching.

Shutting the door, I make sure it’s locked before heading toward the main entrance. The second I step inside, I’m greeted by someone handing out small bags of wedding favors. I haven’t looked too far into the bag yet, but there’s a personalized koozie and a candle.

And I do love me a good candle.

The air in the room shifts, and an awareness comes over me that I can’t quite explain. I’m not sure I’d even sound mentally stable if I tried to explain it. Lifting my eyes, they connect with Kris, standing in the opening of a hallway to the left.

I smile, pausing my steps as I take him in.

He’s wearing a black suit, with a black dress shirt paired with a black tie. And man I love the black on black look on him. His steel colored eyes bore into mine from across the room, but he doesn’t move.

That kicks my anxiety up another notch. Maybe the dress was too much.

I frown, looking down at myself. When I glance back up, he’s slowly making his way over to me.

Once we’re within reaching distance, his fingers tangle with mine.

“You look fucking perfect,” he whispers for only me to hear. “Took my breath away.”

And there go my panties. I’ve soaked them just with his words.

“Thank you.” I smile up at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I’m not sure what I expected him to do. Maybe tell me where to sit, the plans for the wedding, anything really… but having his lips on mine in the foyer of the venue wasn’t what I planned to happen.

His lips are soft, and he doesn’t take the kiss deeper, but it’s long and takes my breath away.

I guess we’re even now.

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