11. Kris
11
KRIS
We only have an hour left into our trip until we arrive at the cabin I’ve booked us for the long weekend.
My brother and his fiance, my mom and my dad all have cabins as well, but I purposely put us in a more secluded section of the mountain. Mostly so they don’t bug me, but I’m not exactly hating the idea of the privacy it’ll give me and Kameron either.
After the last stop, she passed out next to me. I feel a surge run through my body thinking about that gas station. You hear all the time on the news and social media about women going missing from truck stops and slimy gas stations, and I have no doubt that was probably exactly what that scenario was.
Or just a really weird dude that had no sense of talking to a beautiful woman and he just creeped her out. I’m not naive enough to think one way or the other, but… the vibe was definitely off in there when I walked in.
A few hours after she fell asleep, she twisted and her head landed on my arm that’s resting on the console. It’s been asleep for the last twenty minutes, but I don’t have it in me to move it.
She looks beautiful with her hair falling around her face, and her top lip twitches slightly in her sleep.
I smile down at her before forcing my eyes back to the road. It’s something I’ve been struggling with the entire time. I’m drawn to her, and I can’t seem to stop myself from fixating on her.
That was never the problem between us though. We were great in that aspect, we just weren’t great in others.
I wonder what she’s going to think when she realizes the cabin only has one bed. There’s a couch, but I really hope I don’t have to spend the next four nights sleeping on it.
My mind wanders to her and what she’ll be sleeping in.
Does she still sleep in oversized t-shirts? Or will she wear one of her grandma’s “moo moos” just to annoy the piss out of me?
I smile at the thought, it wouldn’t matter if she wore a trash bag to bed, I’d still know what was under it, and that thought makes me shift in my seat.
Regretting the movement immediately, I glance down when Kameron begins to stir. Her eyes flutter open, then squint as the light from the windows hits her. She sits up slowly, rubbing a hand over her cheek that was pressed to my arm.
It takes me a minute before I move my arm, you know those tingles when your arm falls asleep hurt like a bitch. And I’m a pussy when it comes to that, I can admit it.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” She looks at me, bright green eyes take me in. “How long was I out?” She glances out the window. “Where are we?”
“We only have about forty-five minutes left until we reach the cabin, but we need to stop and get some groceries or something for the cabin. We’ll have dinner tomorrow night at the rehearsal and the wedding will be covered, but we’re going to need lunches and breakfast,” I explain.
“Good thinking.” She smiles, and for the first time since we’ve reconnected, she almost doesn’t seem repulsed to be around me.
I tap a few buttons on my screen, adding the nearest grocery store to our trip and follow the directions.
“You know you still say my name in your sleep,” I tease.
She didn’t, and probably for a good reason because I’d have pulled the truck over if she did.
“I do not.” She glances at me with wide eyes. “Did I?” Her chin drops slightly in question.
I stare at her before barking out a laugh that makes her roll her eyes in response. “No, but damn you fall for my shit so easy still.”
“Ugh, it’s going to be a long weekend,” she says again for the fifteenth time on this trip.
“The longest.” I wink, before hitting my blinker and following the directions toward the grocery store.
It doesn’t take too much longer before we’re pulling up outside of Food City. We climb out of the truck and I immediately stretch. I’ve been stuck in the same position for hours, and my knees are aching from hardly any movement.
Kameron comes around the truck from behind me and I hear something hit the ground. Spinning, I find her bending to pick up her phone and purse, a slight pink tinge covers her cheeks and I smirk to myself.
“You were just checking me out, huh?” I tease. God, I fucking love to tease her.
“I was not.” She snatches her phone, shoving it into her purse before standing and stomping past me toward the entrance.
I chuckle, not saying a word and following behind.
She grabs a cart as soon as we step inside, and begins grabbing a few of the essentials.
“What sounds good this weekend?” she asks, grabbing eggs and bread.
“I’ll make you some pancakes.” I reach over her, grabbing the bag of my favorite premix pancakes with plenty of protein so I don’t feel like shit for indulging in them.
She groans, “It’s been so long since I’ve had your pancakes.”
“Grab the syrup.” I tap her arm with my finger before taking over pushing the cart.
We stand in front of the syrup, trying to decide which to get. I typically always buy the sugar free, but Kameron isn’t as big of a health nut as I am most days.
“We could just grill the rest of the time, that’s simple enough,” I offer, I’ve never actually cooked a meal for her, other than my protein pancakes so this is exciting for me.
“Sounds good to me.”
We walk beside each other, stopping at the produce sections and getting everything we want.
Kameron is a sucker for cabbage on the grill topped with a large amount of butter, salt and pepper. I’m more of an asparagus guy.
We grab steaks, burgers, chicken, anything we want for the grill we just tossed into the cart. Even knowing we’re only going to be cooking a few meals, but we’re also starving right now so I’m excited to get to our destination and fire up the grill for the night.
As usual, we both argue at checkout over who’s going to pay. She feels like she owes me this, even though she’s doing me just as much of a favor as I’m doing her.
In the end, I won by plucking her debit card from her fingers and depositing it in my back pocket before sliding mine into the card slot.
We grab our bags and both walk side by side to the truck.
“I could have helped pay for groceries, you know.” She blows a piece of her auburn hair from her face, and I realize she’s struggling with the few bags she has.
“Here,” I tell her, switching bags from my right to left hand and taking one set she has.
“Thank you.” She smiles at me, and I forget all of my surroundings with that smile.
Which is really fucking weird when you think about it.
And really fucking embarrassing when I smack right into the side of my truck.
I’m surprised there isn’t a large me-shaped imprint in the back door.
Her laughter pulls me from my thoughts, and when I spin around she’s doubled over like she’s trying not to piss herself.
“Oh, you think this is funny, huh?” A smile spreads across my lips, this moment is so care free between us and I don’t want to lose it.
I sit my bags down on the asphalt and start toward her. Her emerald eyes widen the closer I get and she sits her bag down before she attempts to take off in a run, but I’m bigger and quicker and reach her before her foot even hits the pavement.
“Kris,” she squeals as I tickle her side.
She feels so good pressed up against me like this, too fucking good.
And that’s when I realize we have an audience.
Every other person in the parking lot is staring at us. A few are smiling, a couple thinking we’re probably high on some shit.
My dick is pressed into her ass, and she freezes against me when she feels it.
“Kris.” This time my name is a whisper on her lips, and it fades everything around us once more when she twists her head just enough to look up at me.
Our lips are so close, just a half an inch closer and they’d be touching.
Her tongue dips out, sliding over her lower lip as her eyes bounce from mine to my lips.
“I want to kiss you,” I say. “But I don’t want to fuck things up between us either,” I tell her, honestly.
Her eyes widen slightly before she straightens and steps away from me. The contact broken, and the moment gone for ever other than what I’ve committed to memory.
“We shouldn’t go there again.” Her voice is shaky as she says the words, and all I do is nod before opening the truck door for her and grabbing the bags we left on the ground and sitting them in the backseat.
She’s right.
Going there would only hurt her further, because I’m too fucking locked down inside to even consider opening up for her.