"Though I'm a little scared
That all the times we shared
Almost too perfect to ever last
And when I'm lying here
And you are holding me
I know the fear in me will pass
Hold me
Hold me in your arms
'Cause I'm falling
Hold me in your arms
While we're sleeping
Hold me, hold me
Hold me in your arms"*
Fang.
Just Fang.
All Fang.
I gazed up at him in the idiotic, besotted way I had managed to keep up the entire flight so far.
Because we were going home.
Both of us, to the same place.
And, two hours into the flight, my heart was still making giddy circles around my chest, skipping and jumping like a Chihuahua on caffeine. Which was really very sad. But I felt so damn happy.
And so…complete.
And yes, I know that if I put that last couple sentences on a 'Hallmark' scale, it would hit the roof with dopey, loved-up excitement. But hey.
"Can I get you a drink?" The hostess looked slightly concerned. Possibly by the way that, despite the two seats we'd paid for, we were curled up, squished into one, like some kind of…squishy thing.
Fang grinned down at me, then glanced up at the waitress. Which, what with the fragile state of overwhelming happiness I was in, would have been enough to send me into a grouchy, annoying fit of jealousy.
So I guess it was a good thing that she was middle aged, possibly to be placed on the 'dumpy' end of the scale, and glaring at us like we were the plague. Or something equally icky.
Maybe she was opposed to teenagers being allowed to cross the country without someone remotely responsible. Who knew?
Or maybe she had just seen my picture in the magazine and disapproved.
I didn't blame her.
And, knowing me as he did, Fang probably knew that. So he was extra quick ordering us six pots of nuts and four cokes to share.
Or maybe he was just using his scary psychic powers again and he knew I was hungry.
One of the two.
Then again, I was always hungry, super-stocked schmancy refrigerator or not.
Whoops. Just spelt refrigerator wrong. Anyhow, sorry about the severe pointlessness of this chapter. Blame my 'publisher', Rose, for insisting I have at least fifteen chapters, rather than the ten I had all planned out and perfect. Thanks.
This chapter is short again: sorry. I think they're all pretty long after this...
And i just realised i don't actually have any Max/Kim action...
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