Run (Disasters in Love: Book 1) (Part 1 COMPLETE)

Chapter 50

Kat
July 2, 2005

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Same day

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As I near the end of my run, I feel like something is off.  It has nothing to do with my devastated sister or the fact that my Father hasn't even wished me 'Happy Birthday'.

I just feel... off balance. 

Rounding the corner, I stop at the sight of Ben's car.  Closing my eyes, I count to five, before reopening them.

It's still there.  

I was sure I had imagined it again.  So many times I hoped for this, but now I'm not sure what to do.

Buzz, buzz.
Buzz, buzz.

It's too early to be Ben, but I still tear my eyes away long enough to look down, just in case.

Ben: It's been 42 days, in case you were wondering. Today I miss seeing you. Hope your birthday is as beautiful as you.

I stare at his car, trying to understand.  Why would he text me if he's here?  Is it not him? 

Gathering my nerve, I walk closer to the car.  I know I wanted time apart, but I've really missed him.

What if he's here to say he doesn't want to wait anymore?

Oh god, what if he met someone else?

All I have time to register is the car door opening before I'm scooped up in his arms.

He twirls me around a few times, his laughter filling my heart and spilling over.  I've missed him more than I would ever admit.

I long to be with him all the time.  He's my first and last thought... and pretty much every other one in between, if I'm being honest.

He presses his face in my bare neck and everything feels right, despite the layer of sweat covering my body.

It wasn't my new life calling to me, it was him.  His soul was calling to mine.

Is that love?

How do you know when it's more than just an infatuation?  Maybe I should ask Kitty.  Or maybe not, she has enough going on. 

Ben pulls back looking into my eyes, still holding me up to his level.  "I've missed you so much, Beautiful."

He kisses from my temple all the way down my neck, causing an involuntary moan to slip out.

I might start wearing my hair up more often.  He groans, placing one last kiss on my collarbone before pulling away suddenly.

I wanted more. 

He gives me an awkward smile.  "Sorry, darlin'.  I think we have an audience."  He nods his head towards my house.  I don't need to look to know who is standing in the window.

Crap. 

"That would be my father."  My smile probably looks as forced as it feels.

When I tried to tell my father, it didn't go very well. 

Fortunately for me, Kitty's news blew mine out of the water.  Potentially dating a boy is nowhere near as bad as getting knocked up out of wedlock.

Unfortunately for her, my Father called her a whore and told her he never wanted to see her again.

Maybe I can try to talk some sense into him.  Yeah, right.