Run To You

Chapter 26

"Wait," Kirstie blinks sitting up, "if Kevin is here, where's Olaf?"
"I honestly don't know, babe."
"I'll kill him."
"Babe, why don't we go find his room, and go talk to him."
Kirstie storms out of the room, and I follow closely behind her. She angrily presses the down button, and impatiently waits for the elevator to come down.
"Why is it taking so long?" she grunts, and I laugh. I kiss her cheek, and wrap my arms around her waist. The elevator came, and Kirstie wriggled out of my grasp and ran to the elevator. I followed her, and wrapped my arms back around her waist, back in that perfect position. I rest my chin on the top of her head, and she wraps her (frigid) hands around my forearms. We reach the lobby, and she storms to the front desk.
"Where is the Olusola-Kelly room?"
"Room 1927, on the same floor as you. You are the Kaplan-Maldonado pair?"
"Yes," I answer her, and we go back to the elevator. Kirstie returns to our floor. I would love to go cuddle and watch a movie, but she's determined to find where her baby is.
She impatiently knocks on the door, and Kevin answers it. Tori has her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. They have a movie on. "Hi."
"Where is my baby?" Kirstie ran at Kevin, cornering him. Me and Tori look at each other and laugh. Kirstie's tiny, and to see the look of fear in Kevin's eyes, it's hilarious.
"With Esther," he held his hands up in defeat.
"You didn't call me?" she growled.
"I didn't want to bother you."
She held a hand up, "I can't even look at you."
"Let's go," I pull her out of the room.
"Ugh," she groans, and I kiss her hair.
I pull her into the bedroom, and brush a strand of hair out of her face. "Are you still mad?"
"Not really."
"You really scared Kevin," I laughed, and she looked down at her shoes, blushing.
"Will you kiss me?" she said quietly, and I placed a finger under her chin and let her lips meet mine. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I placed one on her waist, and the other cupping her cheek. She arched her back against me, and I gently moved towards the bed. I sat down, and she moved onto my lap. She straddles me, and deepened the kiss. She places her palms on my shoulders and pushes me down onto the bed. She rocks her hips, and I pull away.
"I wanted to cuddle," I pouted.
She kisses my neck, and grazes the tender skin with her teeth.
"Do you still want to cuddle?" Kirstie whispered in my ear. I shuddered, but shook my head yes.
"I don't want to cuddle."
"Can we please cuddle. We can always do that in the hotel rooms."
"Okay. I can't say no to you. C'mere, big spoon."
"Little spoon is best."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, and we both drift off to sleet.