Page 70 of Running Into You
Someone knocks on the bathroom door and Josh momentarily disappears into the hallway. He returns wearing a grin and holding a breakfast tray piled high with strawberry Pop-Tarts. I squeal with delight and wonder how I ever got lucky enough to call this man mine. The last six months have been the happiest of my life.
“Why do people run marathons for fun?” I ask, closing my eyes and relaxing back into the bath.
“It takes all kinds, Speedster.”
“So, they’re mostly psychopaths and sadists?”
“Exactly.” He kneels by the tub and pushes the hair away from my face. “Does this mean you’re retiring from running?”
“No.” I laugh. “I’m retiring from running marathons. Can we go back to short runs around the city?”
“Sounds perfect.” Our eyes meet as he takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth. “I will chase you whenever and wherever you let me. Forever and always.”
“If not longer?”
“If not longer.”
