Page 81 of Playful Kris

Cora

Kam, I’m sorry.

Me

I just don’t know what I did to deserve to be completely shut out like this, or for him to just become a stone of ice. I know we agreed to a weekend of a friends with benefits type thing, but to just wake up and decide to be a dick and ignore me all day?

Cora

How much longer until you’re home?

The driver door opens and Kris climbs in. As expected, he doesn’t speak, he just turns the truck on and shifts into reverse. I might as well not even exist in this scenario right now.

It’s like the entire weekend was made up in my head.

And to be honest, I don’t even really know why it bothers me so badly?

I’ve been just fine without talking to him for years, and one weekend he comes into the picture and flips my life back upside down?

Well, I mean, that is dramatic, but it’s basically the truth.

I regret ever asking him for a favor, and I hate him for cashing in on said favor and practically forcing me to attend the wedding this week.

God, I’m so stupid. This all could have been avoided if I’d just told him no or figured something else out for the Bazaar.

I glance back down at my phone, I miss my best friend, and I’m really having a hard time holding all of my emotions in right now.

Me

I should be home in the next two hours, and that two hours might as well feel like eternity at the silence in here.

Cora

Just take a nap, ignore him just like he’s ignoring you.

Easier said than done. I glance over at Kris once more before I let my head lean against the headrest and stare out the window.

At least Tennessee has gorgeous views.

Sure beats having to stare at his damn face the rest of this trip.

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KRIS

We roll into Birchwood and my skin is practically itching with how uncomfortable it is in this truck. The longest trip of my life today, and I’m such a dick for making it this way.

Kameron starts gathering her things at her feet, I’m sure she’ll jump out of the door to get away from me before I even turn into her driveway.

I purposely drive slower, taking my time at the turns, knowing this is probably the last time we’ll ever be in a situation like this.

Sure, I’ll see her at the Bazaar, but I’ll keep my distance and knowing her, she’ll still be so angry with me that she won’t care if I’m around her or not.

She’d probably prefer I not be near her.

Unfortunately, I arrive at her driveway and see her best friend step onto the porch as I shift into park. Kameron climbs out, not even sparing me another look so I follow her cue and grab her other bag and set it on the ground.

Kameron practically yanks it from my hand.

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