Max POV
"You are my life, Max. You have no idea how much I love you. I can never let anyone hurt you. If I lose you, I will have nothing left to live for. I can barely live a day without you."
He kissed me again, slow and gentle, but passionate. I closed my eyes, letting Fang kiss my mouth, my chin, my neck, back up to my cheek. He ran his hand around the back of my neck and through my hair.
It was too much, more than my heart could handle. I felt as if my heart was being squeezed and stabbed over and over again. I felt overwhelmed, like any second my hormones would go wild and out of control, past any hope of being stopped. And then I would never be ready to stop.
I never wanted him to stop. I knew he couldn't kiss me forever, nonstop, but I just didn't want to let go of him, stop touching his warm skin. I absorbed all of these kisses, letting them build up a great fire within me, just waiting for the perfect moment to let it all loose.
Pulling him closer to me, if that were possible, I brought my mouth by his ear. Putting as much emotion as I could into my voice, I whispered:
"I love you, I would die for you."
Fang POV
When she whispered those eight little words to me, I almost pulled away, I almost said that it would kill me if she died. But as if an electric shock went through her body, she became more alive in my arms, kissing my neck and my mouth as if she were ravenously hungry for me, consumed by hormone-induced emotions.
I couldn't tell how long we held each other, sitting on that tree branch, the rest of the Flock sound asleep in a nearby tree. It could have been half an hour until we let each other go for a moment, gasping for breath. She looked into my eyes, smiling and breathing heavily, one of her hands brushing my wing, black and almost unseen in the night.
Max POV
It was perfect. So quiet, so peaceful, so still this night. Our little emotion-fest was the one bright fire in the dark, moonless night. Angel was probably dreaming all about this.
This night was so delicate, though, that anything could make it end unpleasantly. I wanted it to stay like this forever, never to be spoiled by another crazy day in my crazy life. I wanted this moment to last forever- Fang and I together.
You know what Angel said.
Argh, it was the Voice again. What did he want now?
Yeah, I know- Dad. Thanks for not bugging me until now, I responded.
Max, I think I'll give you a present tonight.
Really, daddy, is it my birthday? What is it, another squad of flyboys? I replied, sarcastically enthusiastic.
No, rest, a night of peace. Dream sweetly Maximum.
Sure, whatever, thanks a lot, I thought, sighing out loud.
Jeb, aka the Voice, shut up for the rest of the night. I focused back on Fang, the one I'd known my whole mutant life, the one I wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
Why is Angel always right?