Page 82 of Playful Kris

“Kam,” I plead, hating this entire situation.

But yet, you fucking caused it, moron.

“Don’t,” she snaps, but her voice is low as she glares at me. She’s only two feet away, but she might as well be a million at the distance I’ve forced between us today. “Don’t fucking speak to me, ever again.”

“Kameron.”

“I said, don’t,” she grits through her teeth at me. “Your silence today was loud enough.”

Her eyes start to water, and I feel my chest start to ache. I want to reach out to her, wrap her in my arms and apologize for being a jackass all day. I want to explain why I’m doing what I’m doing, because I don’t know how to do what I really want to do.

“I’ll give Cora your contact information, and she can give you any details you may need for the Bazaar.”

She turns on her heels, walking toward where Cora is waiting for her. Our eyes meet and I can feel the hatred radiating off her too.

Fuck.

I watch Cora wrap her arms around Kameron, and I see Kameron slowly break down in her best friend’s arms.

Shit, I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t sit here and watch her fall apart like this.

Pulling my eyes away from her, I suck a deep breath into my lungs and reverse out of her driveway, avoiding looking back the entire way until her house is out of view.

The drive to my place is practically a blur.

One minute I was pulling out of Kameron’s driveway, and the next I was pulling into mine.

It’s only been a few days that I’ve been gone, but looking up at my house now feels like I’ve been away for much longer than that. Four days with Kameron wasn’t nearly enough, but at the same time, it was too long and that’s why I ran for the hills.

The second I got the chance.

Just like in college.

When she said the words last night, about how she never wanted us in that moment to end… it might as well have been a bucket of cold water thrown in my face.

I was slammed right back into reality, and reminded why she and I could never work.

Things won’t change, and I’ll always be the one who hurts her if I don’t put distance between us.

So, in a weird way, I’m trying to save her from me.

Climbing out of my truck, I grab my bags, but instead of heading to the door, I make my way to the road to check my mail since I’ve been gone.

Only a few bills… sigh.

I walk up my driveway, and my mind drifts to Kameron. Her broken smile, and the sadness in her eyes. Damn, it guts me that I’m the one who caused that.

But, shit. How does she want any of that?

Knowing that it’ll all go up in flames eventually anyways?

I shake my head and unlock my door, hearing Titan’s large paws barrel through the house in my direction. When he comes around the corner, his bobbed tail begins wagging harder and his ears lower into what I like to call airplane mode.

“Hey, boy!” I drop my bags at the same time he jumps at me, his front paws stretching up my chest as his paws on the ground bounce back and forth with excitement. “I missed you, too.” I tell him as he licks my face.

“Let’s go outside.” I scratch between his ears that have now perked up at the mention of going outside.

He pushes away from me, causing me to take a step back slightly and I chuckle at his force. He’s only a year old, but he’s on the larger side for Dobermans and he still doesn’t realize how big he actually is.

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