Chapter 2
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as time passed in a flash while living with Robert. Days mostly consisted of walks out and time always spent together. My feelings towards Robert had been beginning to intensify. Whenever he touched me, a zap would course through my body like an electric current. When he gazed at me through those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, my breath would catch and a huge lump developed in my throat. When he smirked, the butterflies in my tummy transformed into a swarm of bees.
I had found out Robert was twenty one, and I was now fifteen which was fine for me- a good age gap. But I'm not sure Robert would agree. I would often find him gazing at me, and I thought my luck had changed, but I would only blink and we was reading again or observing the world around him once again.
But he didn't stop us being intimate. Or what I thought was intimate. I would often sit in his lap, or rest in his arms while he played with my hair, or held my hand and read his book. I never for one moment thought he still viewed me as a child. Technically I wasn't anymore. I hadn't been from the moment I ran away. Striving to live independently had aged me; not only in looks, helping me to develop a sense of style, and beauty in my face; but in character too.
He didn't see that though. I wish I knew that then...