A/N~ Thanks for all the support. I really appreciate it so I tried to get this out as fast as I could. I had wanted this up a while ago but the firewall on my computer expired so I had to wait until I could get another. I responded to most of the messages but since some were anon I couldn't respond to those reviewers. I'll try to cover everything here though. A few of you wanted me to extend this for a few more chapters and I hope this doesn't bum anybody out but I'm keeping it at two. A lot of people tend to drag on their stories too much and I don't want that to happen to this one. I also find myself really liking the concept of one, two, or threeshots. It's like reading someone's entire novel and getting to the point quicker. I believe someone suggested doing a bit of Lissa's POV and I am sorry but I won't be doing that. I don't like to stray from the two main characters, Fang and Max, because it's not really about her as much as it has to do with them. In all honesty this is mostly about Fang but for the person that asked for Max's POV, I will be including that. The first half will be in Fang's and then we'll go to her for a bit. It will end with Fang's though :) *There is a 'mature' scene. It's not anything to raunchy but I'm posting this as a t rating to make sure people know I updated it but I'll switch it to m soon.

*Though I said there would be no continuation onto this, I meant for this concept. If I get an idea for another part as a oneshot with these two like someone suggested their marriage or kids, I am not against that. I'll just post it as another oneshot suggesting readers to read this first :) Just I am not good at making full novels in my opinion that's why I stick with this format. Sorry about the long author's note but I didn't want to seem like I completely blew off other people's suggestions and stuff but please enjoy!

"You can never regret anything you do in life. You kind of have to learn the lesson from whatever the experience is and take it with you on your journey forward,"

~Aubrey O'Day

"Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart,"

~Basil Rathbone

Fang~

"Oh! You're home?" Lissa had just arrived back from her 'business trip' and was staring at me in surprise. "You're usually out all day."

I felt my heart ache. I was usually with Max.

"Are you okay?" She was staring at me worriedly now, not even fully standing in the living room.

"Lissa," I sighed as I shook my head. "We need to talk." I set my tired gaze on hers. I hadn't been sleeping well for the past week. After everything that went down with Max, I couldn't bring myself to do anything but go to work. There was no doubt in my mind that I looked like shit. I probably had dark circles around my eyes and my usual tan complexion was more than likely paler.

I was at the end of my line and Lissa probably saw that. I had no idea why she looked afraid though. Before she came to sit next to me on the couch, I thought I heard her gulp as she bobbed her head in acceptance. "W- what's on your mind, Fang?"

She seemed really nervous and I merely raised a brow. What was up with her? I felt like she was scared I would suddenly jump up and start pummeling her. I would never raise a hand to her though, even if she had been cheating on me for God knows how long.

I cleared my throat and connected my dark eyes with her bright green ones. "I want a divorce, Lissa." I had been sitting here in this apartment all day waiting for her arrival. The words came easily and I wasn't anxious at all. I knew what I wanted and I wanted Max. If it wasn't too late to get her back, I knew the only way we would continue anything was if I had least started the process for separation.

A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and I almost wanted to roll my eyes. I restrained myself though I was at the edge of my patience. "May I ask why?" Her voice cracked but unlike when we were a couple, it had no effect on me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some jerk that gets off on women's tears. It was just that after seeing Max cry, I didn't really care to spare her feelings. I knew I was the main cause for her pain but it all wrapped around this dilemma. This had to get done and needed to happen now. I wasn't delaying this anymore for her. This had been a long time coming and I now saw what Nudge had meant. There was no way Lissa had not seen this in the works.

It wasn't my style to pin the blame on other people. I took the fall for my actions and though it was tempting to tell her the reason was because she fucked someone else, I wasn't like that. Giving her my usual unemotional stare I said, "I met somebody." I didn't even blink as I said those words in a monotonous tone. I wasn't going to lie to her and make her think I wanted to fix this. I was long past fixing this. There was no sugar coating what I wanted to say or happen.

Like the overdramatic Lissa I had come to know, my words set her off. She was off her feet standing before me and like I suspected, that little tear jerking moment was an act. If you were looking at her you wouldn't even be able to tell she had just been crying. Instead her eyes held anger as her features scrunched in ire. "You cheated on me," she hissed the words at me.

This time I did roll my eyes and I made sure she could see it. "Drop the whole innocent act. I know you've been fucking around too and don't act like you haven't." I couldn't even bring myself to feel angry. Max had me so down I felt anything else, especially having to deal with Lissa, was a waste of my time.

She instantly looked away in shame as her pale features blossomed into a bright pink. She was caught and she knew there was no point in denying it. What's the use? We're still getting a divorce. I'd compromise on financial aspects and I would give her the apartment, but I was leaving her. Her lip trembled and when she tried to swallow it down, I knew that these were the real water works. "Can't we at least try to work it out?" Gone was the vicious snapping snake and in place a whispering defeated girl.

Before the words had even completely got out I was already shaking my head. "I'm over this, Lissa. I'm done with this." I'm done with you.

"Why . . . when . . .?"

She wasn't even forming real sentences so I just told her everything. Like I said before, I wasn't going to lie and sweeten everything for her. We were adults and I'm going to be upfront and honest with her. I wanted her to know why I was leaving her. She deserved that much. "We had been drifting apart since the day we got back from our honeymoon. This," I motioned between the two of us, "was a mistake."

Her face immediately turned ashen. "You regret me, you regret us?"

I paused to actually think for a response. Did I regret Lissa? The answer came to me slowly and it surprised me. It was much different than how I felt two months ago. I wondered when the change had come.

For the first time, I didn't see Lissa as a mistake. I don't think she ever was. What we had before marriage was fine and it was great while it lasted. She was apart of my past and while we didn't turn out how I expected, she was something to embrace from my memories.

"No. I regret letting this drag on for too long when we both deserved an out."

She remained silent so I continued. "We shouldn't have been sneaking around behind each other's back and I should have been straight with you, as you should have been with me. We both deserve to meet other people." Still, she remained quiet and I honestly didn't know what else she wanted to hear. I wasn't about to carry this out longer than I had to so I pulled out the papers I had picked up from the local courthouse. I placed them in front of her with a black, ballpoint pin, my signature already signed at the bottom.

Nicholas Drew Ride

Lissa simply stared at the paper, her eyes focused on my already there chicken scratch signature. It was clear I had made my decision but she looked like she wanted to turn away. Tears were slowly sliding down her cheeks but I didn't care. She wasn't going to change my mind. Nothing she could ever say or do would sway my decision.

Wiping her runny nose on her sleeve as she sniffled, she leaned over and signed her name.

"I don't know what to do," I moaned as I buried my face in my hands. As usual I was at Nudge and Iggy's apartment asking for advice. They were all I had besides my parents but I couldn't approach my mom or dad with a situation this completely fucked. My mom had loved Lissa and my dad respected her. I slept with another woman that was not my wife and my parents would look down on me for that. They didn't raise me to be that way and I didn't want to endure the shared masks of disappointment they would both be surely sporting.

"You've tried calling her?"

Is he serious? That was the first fucking thing I did. My only response that didn't involve telling him how dunce he was, was to glare at him slowly out of the corner of my eye.

"Okay. . . What about texting," he proposed excitedly.

Beating me to it, Nudge slapped him in the back of the head. "Doofus! She's not going to just talk to him," she spoke to him as if he were stupid. "How long has it been?" She turned serious as she glanced at me with sadness in her eyes.

I swallowed deeply, forcing back the pain at the thought. "Two weeks," I whispered as I laid my head on my crossed arms as they rest on their kitchen table. "I've called her, I've texted her; the only thing left to do is knock on her door." It was clear that she didn't want anything to do with me though. If ignoring my ten calls a day didn't get the message across.

"Did you tell her that you and Lissa are over? That might make her happy." Iggy of course entered back into the conversation with what Nudge deemed mediocre advice.

"No girl wants to hear that she is the cause of a man's separation from his wife. If anything, it'll only make her feel worse about the situation," Nudge glared at Iggy silencing him for good. "The only way this is going to get fixed though is if she allows you to speak to her. And if she ever does, you better explain till you're blue in the face." With that, Nudge left the apartment completely.

It was clear that Nudge was irritated with me. She flat out told me I was an idiot for what I did. Nudge was completely right as usual. I dug my hole and now I'd have to lie in it.

It was quiet as Iggy was enraptured with his thoughts and I sat there at their kitchen table groveling.

"My advice can't really be that bad. . . can it?"

I rolled my eyes. Yes, Iggy, yes it can.

"I know Nudge has been telling you to ignore me and anything I have to say, Fang," Iggy said on a serious note, "but if I were you, I'd go speak to her directly. Make her talk to you. And if she still doesn't want anything to do with you, move on."

I felt that ache go though my heart at the idea of losing Max. This was only her anger and stubbornness, right? She'd take me back after I explained, wouldn't she?

"People do stupid things, Fang, but that's why we learn. We grow from our mistakes and that's how we learn and become better people." Okay this was getting too emotional for me. . . Feeling it was time to go, I got up from my seat but as I was about to leave, I heard Iggy finish his speech. "Don't mope around getting hung up on the past. You might lose this girl, but take the lesson and move ahead with it."

My back was facing him but I didn't let him see how much his words meant to me. This was why he was my best friend. He knew exactly what to say. Even though he was essentially telling me that I might've just blown my only chance with this amazing girl, he gave me some heartwarming words of wisdom to go with it. Not even Nudge could do that.

And though Max may think it's over between us right now, I wasn't done with her. She will listen to what I have to say. I won't leave her alone until she does. I was in love her and I knew there was no mistaking that. It made me realize even more that leaving Lissa was the right decision. When we were together I had felt nothing like this before. I don't even think I fully understood what love was at the time. But Max opened my eyes like she did for a million other things and I wouldn't give up on her.

I guess that little dose of courage was the reason why I was currently standing in front of her front door. Apparently I used it all up because I was contemplating even knocking on the door. I'd have my fist raised to knock then I'd slowly put it back down. I repeated that process at least seven times before I ordered myself to quit being a pansy and gave a firm knock I was sure she would hear.

There was no answer. Grumbling under my breath and becoming more confident, I banged on the door louder this time. Like before I didn't get a response and I couldn't hear any movement on the other side. It was obvious she wasn't here and my point was proven when I heard a female's voice.

Max! My eyes widened as I quickly ran for the steps and looked down. At the bottom stood Max laughing and giggling happily. To see her in such a good mood, it brightened my once somber features and I moved down the steps to greet her. I froze when I saw who she was standing with and instead of a smile, I now had an angry frown.

Max was talking with someone. Max was talking with a guy. I was close to just pushing past her back to my car and forgetting I ever decided to come here before I saw something that made me snap.

The guy pinched her butt. He pinched her butt. He touched my girlfriend. On. The. Rear.

I don't think I have ever gotten this infuriated so quickly before. Never I had I let my emotions get ahold of me so they affected my actions. Even though it would have been smarter to just walk away before I got myself arrested, I marched directly up to the pair. My hands were balled into fists and all I saw was red and a giant target on this guy's face.

Now I understood what Iggy had meant all those months ago. This had been the reaction he was aiming to evoke from me. This was I how I should have felt when I learned that Lissa was fucking some other guy. But I really hadn't given a shit about how many guys Lissa had been plowed by, even if the numbers rose into the hundreds.

Max on the other hand was another story entirely.

"Hey!" I barked roughly as I drew closer.

Max~

"Max, please come out."

I ignored his voice as he remained outside of my room for respect.

"It's been two weeks since I last saw you smile. Let me take you out for the day," Sam suggested trying to bring my mood up with a gleeful tone. Faintly, I heard the sound of my bedroom door opening before a lump fell on my back.

"I don't feel like going anywhere," I mumbled into my pillow. I doubt he understood a word I said.

I heard him sigh before he stood and I was about to thank God that he decided to leave me alone. I was already regretting giving him a key to my apartment. I frowned when I heard him shuffling around in my room and then my comforter was abruptly yanked off of my frame. I was about to screech at him to get the hell out of my house but I quickly pulled a pillow over my face with a gasp. He had opened the blinds and the sun scorched me right in the cornea.

I heard him laugh as he told me to 'get my lazy ass up'. I merely flicked him the bird and he simply left the room while chuckling.

Eventually leaving my room, I nodded my head at him. "Let's get food. I'm starved," I muttered.

"Um, I don't think so. Max, you look, smell, and are dressed like shit. If you are getting in my car you are going to bathe first then put some clothes on other than an oversized t-shirt and some baggy sweats. It's summer and for God's sake are you even wearing a bra!" he exclaimed.

I groaned in complaint as I slouched my way back to my bedroom. Funny how I didn't even want to go out but he was refusing to let me in the car unless I changed. I should just get back in bed and act like he never showed up.

"And you better not go back to sleep!" He hollered all the way from my sitting room. I almost shrieked in response.

"Happy now," I hissed at him as I finally exited my room dressed and ready to go. I looked presentable enough and I wasn't going to change again. Plus I felt like I could eat an entire cow.

"Ecstatic!" He clapped excitedly and if he weren't already gay I'd question his sexuality. Not that all homosexuals acted all flamboyant. "Grab your phone so people can actually reach you. I thought you were dead when you didn't answer my first fifty calls," Sam frowned disapprovingly.

"I don't need it. I turned it off anyway," I shrugged.

"Still lighting up your phone?"

I shook my head. Fang hadn't stopped trying to reach me since the day I found out he was married. He'd call at all ours of the day and when he wasn't doing that, he was sending me texts. I still had yet to read them all and every time a voicemail was left, I deleted it. I didn't want to hear his voice. I actually read a few of the messages and they were all along the same lines.

'I'm sorry Max.'

'I meant to tell you. I was going to tell you.'

'Let me explain. You don't understand.'

How did I not understand? What was so hard not to comprehend? Fang had a wife, he possibly had kids. And I was a little home-wrecking tramp that just ruined someone's marriage. Granted it was unknowingly but I still did it. It made me feel terrible about myself and I needed to get away from him. My family had been split up because my dad cheated on my mother. I still spoke to my dad but only when I had to. I came as close as any person could to despising someone they love. I think Fang was about to top my father in that department.

But now I was just like my dad. Even worse, I was the other woman.

I was so stupid though. All the signs were there. He never invited me to his place. He always had to leave at random times. When we wanted to meet, it sometimes sounded like he was waiting to ask his mom permission to leave. Now I knew, he was actually waiting for his wife to leave. The last time I saw him, even the unusual tan line where his ring was clearly missing became so blaringly clear. It should have been completely obvious to me and I was officially the biggest idiot out there.

Preparing myself for the onslaught of this mornings missed messages, I turned on my phone. The breath I had been holding released all at once when I saw that there were none. That was surprising but I was sure their would be more messages by the night's out.

"What he say this time?" Sam frowned.

I shook my head as I pocketed my phone. "Nothing." You could hear the shock in my voice.

"Well good! I don't want that two timer Tammy ruining our day," he joked but feigned a stern face.

"Let's go play Putt putt!"

"No Sam, I'm tired," I whined. It was in the evening now and we had spent the better part of the day at the mall going shopping. *Gag* And now he wanted me to let him drag me off for another hour or two to stand and smack a ball into a hole. No thank you!

Sam pouted and gave me a sad face. "I'm trying to get you out so that I can actually see you smile again. I want you stop thinking about that guy."

I sort of deflated at the mention of Fang. I hadn't been thinking about him until he just brought him up. I had been having too much fun with Sam that I forgot about the situation completely. As a reflex, I pulled my phone from my pocket to check for any missed messages. There were none and while that should have made me happy, I felt a bit of disappointment blossom in my chest.

This had been what I wanted him to do. I asked him to leave me alone and act like I never existed. He hadn't been doing that for two weeks straight though so when he finally stopped, it worried me. I felt like I lost something which is ludicrous because I lost him a long time ago. Truth be told he was never mine to begin with.

"Hey," Sam spoke softly and made me face him. "I shouldn't have brought him up. I just worry about you. I've never seen you this hung up on a guy before and it scares me. You didn't even act like this when you and Holden cut things off." We were standing outside of my apartment complex and he slowly began to smooth out the stress marks that appeared at the mention of Fang.

"I feel like such a whore though," I almost whispered to myself to the point where he couldn't hear. "I destroyed a marriage."

"Did he tell you that," he questioned furiously, getting angry at the idea Fang might have pinned this entire thing on me.

I recoiled not expecting this reaction. I felt the urge to defend Fang though and I had no clue why. He didn't deserve my help. "No. He never said that. He didn't have to though." Oh great! Again I felt the waterworks trying to make an appearance. I forced them back though. I was sick of crying. It was all I had been doing since I left Fang standing in that elevator all those days ago. I was over the whole sob fest and I wouldn't allow myself to shed another tear over this.

I gasped as arms came around my waist, holding me to Sam's chest. It took me a second to realize he was hugging me before I reciprocated. I even leant my head against his shoulder as he rubbed my back soothingly. "Maybe you should speak to him." That was like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on me and I wanted to pull away and leave Sam standing here. He wouldn't let me pull away from the embrace though and his grip tightened. "I think you need closure, Max. At least see him one more time to settle this. I'm not saying take him back and act like everything's okay because what he did was really shitty. But give him a chance to at least defend himself."

I sighed and agreed though I felt like doing the complete opposite. Fang didn't deserve Sam's pity. Nonetheless I would do as Sam suggested no matter how much it pained me. Going to pull away, I slouched when he still refused to let me go. "Sam-" I only got out his name before he began tickling my sides. Twisting and tugging wildly, I started laughing boisterously. "Sam! Cut it out," I giggled when he continued his torture.

"Alright, alright," he appeased. "I just wanted you to smile," he winked and pinched my butt before he let me go.

"Hey!"

I startled loudly at the intrusion. I hadn't heard or seen anybody else walking around or making noise in the area. I thought it had just been Sam and I. Obviously I had been wrong because when I looked to the stairs, Fang was stomping down them.

Fang! Fang was walking down the stairs. My eyes widened to the point where I thought they would roll out of their sockets. So many questions were running through my mind. What was Fang doing here? Did he come to see me? Why didn't he call first?

Why does he look like he's about to commit first degree murder?

I didn't have long to ponder anything because he stepped right up to Sam and pushed him, hard. The force had knocked Sam clear on his ass and that was enough to snap me back to reality. A horrified gasp left my lips as I fell to my knees at his side. Sam didn't look to be in pain but merely shocked that he was just pushed into the floor. The attack really had come out of nowhere.

Always the hothead, I glared viciously at Fang. "What is wrong with you?" I shrieked as I helped Sam rise to his feet. I had a hand wrapped around Sam's arm and Fang seemed to only notice that. If possible he became even more infuriated.

"Who the hell are you," he yelled at Sam, completely ignoring my question. Fearing he may attack again, I moved to stand in between the two.

Sam didn't even acknowledge Fang. He simply looked down at me, touched my back reassuringly before he made his way to his car. The traitor was leaving me!

Feeling a headache coming on, I rubbed my temples to disperse the tension. I hadn't expected Fang to just show up so unexpectedly. I at least thought he would send a text as a warning whether I answered or not. I was going to talk to him after what Sam said but now I wanted to walk away again. This was my place though so I'd literally be walking up one flight of stairs. If I wanted space, Fang would have to leave and I doubted he would make that easy for me. Trying my luck, I pushed past him aiming for the stairs.

I felt ire wash over me when he gripped my arm and spun me around to face him. "We need to talk and I'm not taking no for an answer." He said the words calmly even though I knew he was anything but. He rivaled me in stubbornness though and never blinked as he spoke, the command clear in his tone.

"Well if you're done providing this evenings entertainment for my neighbors, I thought we'd continue this upstairs," I hissed as I yanked away from him and made my way to my flat.

When we were in the cover of my apartment standing in the sitting room, I turned on him. Neither of us sat though, both of us too riled up to take a seat. "You have some gull to just randomly show up here and attack him like that!" My features were beginning to go red from my irritation as my fists balled up, ready to punch him clear in the face. He had me that aggravated!

Fang was clearly pissed of as well but he held up a cool front. I admired that about him. Even though he was close to losing his head, he was still able to remain Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected. "Who is he?"

Really? That's all he had to say. "It doesn't matter who the hell he is," I shrieked. "You just punched him and you won't even apologize!"

If possible, his eyes became darker and I could tell I only increased his anger. "Is he your boyfriend?"

I wanted to laugh and I almost did. Sam and I, in a relationship? Ludicrous! Sam and I don't even play for the same team. Though I still thought it was none of his business, for some reason I didn't want him thinking I moved on so quickly. "No. Sam is my friend."

Fang continued to stare at me with disbelieving eyes. He thought I was lying to him but I had no reason to. He had no motive to doubt me. If I remember correctly it was him that lied to me for two months about having a wife.

Still he stared not saying anything until I finally said, "Unlike you, I don't have multiple partners." It might have been a low blow, I don't know. What I did know was that he deserved it.

He flinched more from my words than my tone, I'm sure. I hoped it hurt. I hope anything I say to him in this moment hurts as much as I've been hurting these past few weeks. "Max- I. . . I never meant for this to happen," he whispered as he placed his face in his hands. He often did this when he was dejected about something and I'd seen him do it a few times when we were still together.

"Never meant for us to get involved or never meant for me to find out you have a wife," I spit out harshly.

"I never meant for you to get hurt!" his calm façade finally broke as he looked at me. His tone had raised a bit and it startled me. I had never heard Fang yell before.

"Well how else did you expect this to go?"

"I wanted you to let me explain! You ran off though and have been avoiding me ever since," he accused.

I didn't like that, how it sounded like he was blaming me for something. This was all on him in my opinion. "What was I supposed to do," I yelled. "I'm in the apartment you own with your wife getting ready to have sex with you on her couch!"

"That wasn't supposed to happen. I called you over because I was going to come clean!"

"And then what? That you were done with using me for two months. That you were going to act like I never happened so you could act casual around your wife? What? Do you have kids too?!" I wished it didn't but the thought made my heart ache. That was all I had ever been to him. Something different from the usual goods he got from his wife. I was a side order while he came home to the main dish every night.

"No!" He was shouting now too, his voice rivaling my own. It seemed all of his energy left him in that one word though. Finally he moved to take a seat on my couch where he dragged his fingers through his shaggy hair. "Just- you're not understanding," he shook his head.

"Then explain. Stop acting like you deserve my forgiveness when you haven't earned it," I spit the words at him, trying to spark his anger again. I didn't want him to be all morose like this. Seeing him so down, it had me wanting to calm down myself. It had me wanting to forgive him.

"How could I have earned it if you never gave me the chance to," he whispered.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears trying to make an appearance but I refused to let them show. I wouldn't be weak in front of him. "I'm giving you that chance right now." My voice was lowered and we were both simmered down from the earlier shouting match. I was surprised my neighbors hadn't knocked on the door to ask if someone died.

"Her name is Lissa."

My eyes widened. This wasn't what I meant. I didn't want to know this woman. I shook my, "Fang, I'm not-"

"No. Just listen," he stared at me intensely before I nodded reluctantly. "Lissa and I met in high school where we started dating. Later we went to the same college and soon after that I proposed. We'd been married for almost four years."

"I was young, Max. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought it was some process that just about every adult went through. After the wedding I had my doubts but when the first year went by and I still couldn't bring myself to care about her, I felt like shit. I made a mistake that I thought would either ruin my life or a friendship I've had since before I could remember."

"I thought it was just me who felt this way. Lissa always acted happy no matter what, it was almost to the point that it was unnerving. Anytime the idea of divorce or separation entered my mind, I'd shut it down instantly. I didn't want to regret losing her," he swallowed.

"Just two months ago, I found out Lissa was cheating on me. I had an inkling that she was but I never knew for sure." I was staring at him worriedly. Already I felt regret wash over me and I wanted to interrupt him, but he kept on. "That was the night I met you."

He looked away, ashamed with what he was about to say. "I'll admit that the first few times that we got together, it was just for sex. But after that first time we went out and talked, just talked, I knew I actually wanted to know you."

Fang simply stared at me after that but one thing was still bothering me. "How can you say all of that when every minute you weren't with me, you were with her?"

"Max," he sighed. "I already told you that you were the only girl I've been romantically involved with when we were together. Lissa and I hadn't have sex six months prior to me meeting you."

I looked down at my hands, feeling at war with myself. I wanted to forgive him but on the other hand I felt he deserved to suffer a little more. This all just seemed too easy for me.

"My marriage was fucked up long before I met you, Max. All I've done is let relationships control me. When I'm with you, I do something because I want to do it. You were what finally pushed me to do the right thing and file for divorce."

"And that's the right thing," I asked incredulously.

"It is for us. We don't love each other anymore. And after meeting you, I realized that I don't think I ever loved Lissa to begin with. I settled with her but I'm not settling anymore." He grabbed my hand firmly and forced me to look at him. "I love you and I want to be with you, Max. And there is no mistaking that."

"Fang. . ." I shook my head, still not feeling right about the situation. His marriage was ending and still couldn't help but feel like I caused that. "Maybe you should go-"

I had went to pull my hand away but his strong hold tightened exponentially and to my surprise, he pulled me onto his lap. I was on the verge of berating him and slapping him but those thoughts didn't get far. My breath caught in my throat when his lips slanted against mine. I didn't get a chance to even react before he was pulling away again. Fang stared at me with his usual penetrating gaze. "I'm sorry for the asshole move but stop being stubborn," he whispered to me gently as he rested his forehead against mine.

Was I still really mad at him? No, not really. I still felt that he should have told me the moment we got serious. It was wrong of him not to tell me but I felt shitty for avoiding him now. After I actually let him explain I felt aggravated at myself for not giving him a chance to speak. We could have been past this days ago. We could have been together days ago.

Nodding my head slowly but still trying to keep contact, I pressed my lips to his softly. "I'm sorry I ignored you," I whispered against his mouth still sitting on his lap.

"I know how you can make up to me. . ." he trailed off suggestively. I giggled as I leaned away and slapped him playfully. My giggles dissolved when I saw that he was being completely serious though. I gave a deer caught in headlights look before I yanked his mouth back to mine furiously.

Our tongues were twining together and in a flash I was on my back on the sofa, his large frame hovering over me. My hands were wrapped around his neck as his held my waist to his tightly. I felt him pull away a smidge and I made a noise of protest. "Bed?" He was gazing at me, breathing as labored as my own.

He pulled away for that? "No," I snapped as I pulled him back down to me. He must have appreciated my reaction though because he groaned into my mouth. I gasped when he ground into me but his mouth silenced me once more. The next time he pulled away, it was to tug his shirt off and toss it somewhere in the room. His forwardness shocked me when he sat me up and began pulling my clothes off. Fang was usually more reserved than this but there was no way I was about to complain.

I went with it and kicked off my shorts and panties, much to Fang's relief. He had just tossed off his own bottoms and went to kiss me again when I pushed him away. "What?" Though it didn't slip into his voice, I could see just by his eyes how frantic he was getting.

"Condom," I grinned and pushed him off the couch roughly. I laughed when I heard him curse as he ran across the room for his pants. The sight was appealing and disheartening at the same time. Appealing for the obvious reasons; Fang being naked and me getting to watch. Disheartening because this reminded me of two weeks ago.

Fang had hurried back over to me, getting ready to straddle my legs when he saw my face. "What's wrong," he asked calmly, even though I knew he was anything but. He touched my face gently before he appeared to get an idea.

I shrieked shrilly a I was yanked up and tossed over his shoulder. I started to chuckle. Not only had his playfulness changed my mood, but I appreciated that he was taking this to the bedroom. When we reached the bed I thought he would just throw me onto the mattress. I was surprised to find him lowering me to the pillows with ease, almost like he didn't want to hurt me.

Finally he was climbing onto the bed with me, finding his place in between my legs. We both gave moans of relief when he slid inside of me. He was on his knees, laying his top half on me completely, resting there for a minute giving me time to adjust. I pushed my hips into him softly, wanting him to proceed.

That was all he needed because he rose up with his hands on either side of my head and began moving. The reaction was instantaneous in me and I moaned out loudly. I let my hands grip his shoulders as he kept pushing into me. His pace was leisurely at first and he slowly built himself up.

At some point he laid himself on me entirely again, still moving but gripping my pillows again. He was grunting with every thrust now and I knew that meant he was close. I wasn't too far off myself and my legs rose up to tighten around his still thrusting waist. My hands that had been gripping his shoulders were gripping his back as I held him close.

Past all the adrenaline, past all of the pleasure; this was what I missed the most. Being with Fang, I was more than just the sex. From the way he moved a hand down to grip my hip desperately, or the way his breaths hit my neck in frantic gasps; I knew I was never going to find someone like this again. No one would complete me as much as this man did right now.

When I felt myself hit my climax, I unconsciously dug my nails into his back from the force. I buried my face into his shoulder to at least muffle my extremely loud moan. It only took Fang a few more thrusts before he too had reached that highpoint. Both of his arms slid around my back pulling me up slightly as he emptied himself into the condom.

In the aftermath, we still hadn't moved and all that could be heard was our slow panting. Fang still lay over me and now his face that was buried in my neck, ran along my bare skin causing me to shiver.

"Are you staying the night?" I found myself asking after laying there with him for quite some time. There hadn't been that many nights where he'd spend the night with me and if he did, he would usually leave as soon as I woke up.

"Are you asking me to stay or is this you telling me to leave?" I wanted to laugh at how he obviously was still out of breath but then again, I was too.

I hugged him to me as I snuggled closer. "Stay."

Fang~

For the longest time I just stayed awake as Max slept. She was still latched onto my side and I reveled in her warmth. I couldn't explain how I felt at the moment. I doubt there were any words that could describe how I felt. There were just so many emotions going through me right now.

I definitely felt relief. Relief that she took me back, relief that she was giving me another chance. And I was determined not to screw it up a second time.

There was happiness and love, so much that it made my heart ache.

Out of all the ones I could detect though, I found one missing.

Regret. Yes, I made mistakes and yes it brought me pain. But it wasn't something I was meant to forget. I didn't regret anything that had happened to me because all of those mistakes brought me here to this moment with Max. And while I'll probably make many more mistakes in my lifetime, I learned not to regret them. I need to learn from them. For the first time in a long time, regret was not on my mind.

A/N~ Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it for you. :) If you liked this I have another oneshot I think you'd enjoy called Virginia is for Lovers. It's FAX also :) If you are a fan of that one already, keep on the lookout for another oneshot to go with that. I also have ideas another idea for a FAX oneshot so just keep in touch if you're interested! :D Thanks for reading! Please leave reviews! I read them all :)