Excerpt from RUNAWAY
by Meg Cabot
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I was in my bed at Brandon's beach house, and I was dreaming.
In my dream, Christopher had come to rescue me. He wasn't, it turned out, mad about the whole thing where I'd told him I loved Brandon and not him.
Quite the opposite, in fact. Our reunion was joyful . . . and passionate. It was turning the ice that had been flowing in my veins back to blood . . . warm, rich blood, that was making me hot . . . shove-the-covers-down, hair-sticking-to-the-back-of-my-neck hot.
In my dream, Christopher was kissing me . . . gently at first, playful kisses on the lips, light as the down feathers in the comforter that I'd already pushed past my bare thighs.
Then, as I kissed him back, proving that it was true-I had never loved Brandon. How could I?-the kisses became longer . . . deeper . . . more passionate. My lips parted beneath his as his hands found their way into my hair-spread like a fan across my pillow-his mouth cool against mine because of the chill outside, the zipper from his leather jacket almost unbearably cold as it pressed against my warm skin as he leaned over my bed, whispering my name. . . .
I was so relieved to learn he hadn't even believed me that bitterly cold morning outside of Dr. Fong's house when I'd said I didn't love him. He'd known Brandon had been making me say it.
He just hadn't known why.
The reason he hadn't believed it was because he'd loved me-the real me-all along. Not me, Nikki, the girl who'd torn his heart out of his chest and thrown it to the ground and then squashed it underneath her Louboutins.
Me, Em. The girl in the photo he'd kept over his desk all those months.
The girl he'd thought was dead for so many months.
Except if that was true . . . if Christopher hadn't believed me . . . why hadn't he called?
Because, a voice inside my dream reminded me, Christopher doesn't love you anymore.
From Runaway. Copyright © 2010 by Meg Cabot. All rights reserved.
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Emerson Watts is on the run: from school, from work, from her family, from her friends, from herself. 
