Runaways - Flash Fiction
| "Preston, we just met."
"You don't trust me? What we have is real." He ran his finger along Sam's jawline then kissed her like it was their last kiss.
"Yeah-- no, I mean, I really like you, Pres but--"
"I have somewhere we can stay. Run away with me."
"Running won't fix anything."
"Of course it will, Sam. They don't extradite where we'd go."
Sam let out a deep sigh. "But Preston, running won't make me love you."