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I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cozy sweater or his words, but my heart felt warm and fuzzy. Maybe it was the champagne bubbles in my system. “Oh, I made the right choice.”
He leaned down to kiss me but I pulled away.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Hear what?”
“They’re counting down!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the hallway.
We laughed as we ran into the family room to watch the ball drop in Times Square.
Miller held me tight as the announcer counted down.
“Ten. Nine. Eight.”
My heart was hammering in my chest.
“Seven. Six.”
I meant what I’d told Miller. I was going to start living in the moment.
“Five. Four.”
Which meant letting go of my past. For real.
“Three. Two.”
The pain of losing my mom. My uncle. Matt. I wasn’t meant to live broken. I was meant to have a full happy life. Just like they all had. And if mine was cut short too? I didn’t want to regret not living enough of it.
“One.”
I looked up at Miller. “Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year, kid.” He picked me up and twirled me around.
I laughed and wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from accidentally tossing me.
His hands slid to my ass as we sealed the New Year with a kiss.
It was a promise of forever.
And I kept my promises to people that kept theirs.
Runaway - Chapter 37
5 Months Later - Saturday
Miller looked like a Greek God in his yellow swim trunks. He swore they were ridiculous. I swore I loved them. So he wore them even though he didn’t like them. For me.
I stood on my tiptoes like I was about to kiss him. But instead I stopped a fraction of an inch from his lips. “Race you to the water,” I whispered and then started running for it.
I laughed as Miller chased me down the dock.
He definitely could have caught up to me. But I think he was curious if I’d actually go in. He’d hung out with rich snobs in the city too. Which meant girls who didn’t want to get their hair wet. But I wasn’t the kind of girl to lounge around tanning my skin on a hot summer’s day. Had he forgotten our last summer together? It felt like a lifetime ago that we’d been locked up in that beach house.
It was strange. We were still stuck in hiding. But I’d never felt more free. More alive.
“Cannonball!” I yelled when I reached the end of the dock. I jumped, pulling my knees in and made the biggest splash I could.
