Shockwave

"Whoa," I said, pulling away. The look on Fang's face was shocked and concerned disappointed.

I was feeling the deepest, strongest, most powerful emotion I'd ever felt. It was like – I can't even describe it.

"Is something wrong?" Fang whispered. He looked worried. You'd think he'd get used to it by now, after all the times I've bolted when he'd kissed me. It never turned out to be anything – just my emotions gone haywire.

But this time was different. And he could tell.

Not that I was going to admit that.

"No, no. It's nothing," I tell him. I needed to think, and he let me.

I assumed this was just my emotions on crack again. But the thing is, it was as if I was feeling all this stuff – this love – for myself. Only it wasn't like I just loved myself. It was like, I loved myself. As someone else.

When I looked up, Fang's eyes were staring intently into mine, trying to figure out what was going on in this messed up head of mine. Like he was trying to see my soul.

Maybe it was all this love running through my body, but I suddenly launched myself at Fang, my arms clinging to his neck, pulling him closer.

He gasped, but didn't seem to mind this new development at all.

All I could think about then was Fang, Fang, and some more Fang. I was about to lead him to the bed in the room so we could get comfy, surprised I could even think at all, what with all the feelings boiling in my blood. All the passion…

Pretend I didn't say that.

Just then Fang gasped and pulled back to look at my face.

"I – I just… felt this – this…" His eyes went wide like mine had before.

Then I heard a distinct giggle – inside my head.

Angel? I thought.

The giggle came again.

You guys, I just had to show you what you were feeling, because you obviously couldn't figure it out on your own Angel thought into my heads.

Fang and I stared at each other, wide eyed. I assumed from his expression that Angel had dropped that little bombshell on him too.

Oh this is just great…