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Boy, I was glad to be out of those conference rooms in New York. We all know quite well I much I absolutely adore conference rooms.

And if you didn't catch that, I was being sarcastic about loving them.

Anyway, I didn't even really remember what we'd been doing.

I didn't really remember anything that happened after I confronted Fang.

We were in another safe house, somewhere in Mexico or something. We all had our own rooms. My mom and Ella had to leave, so it was me, the flock, and Jeb. The goodbyes had been mushy, crying, lots of hugs and love, etcetera, etcetera.

Wonderful. Of course I still didn't trust Jeb, but my mom did, so I guess it counted for something.

We were all watching a movie and scarfing pizza and taking showers. Beautiful, magnificent, and hot showers. Did I mention wonderful or hot?

I heard the water shut off in one of the bathrooms and decided it was my turn to take my shower.

I walked right into the bathroom and—froze. There was Fang, shoulders hunched, hands gripping the edge of the sink tightly. He looked up, startled.

My cheeks flushed bright red. I could only stare.

Since when had he gotten a six-pack?

Then I started laughing hysterically.

He was only in a pair of hot pink boxers.

His face flushed this time.

"Since when—do you—wear—pink?" I managed to choke out n between giggles.

"They're Iggy's….." he said, his voice fading as he looked at me. I was holding my stomach with a wild grin on my face, leaning against the closed door.

You should stay with Jeb for awhile. Buy a house, go to school. The Voice. Great. My smile instantly faded.

"And why would we do that?" I demanded, sadly, out loud.

Fang's eyebrows rose.

He seemed to read my mind. He nodded slightly. I really hoped he hadn't developed Angel's skill without telling me. Really, really hoped.

Then I happened to see Fang's—Iggy's—boxers and burst into hysterics all over again.

Until Fang put his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the door.

Until his mouth met mine and every thought I'd just had flew out the window.

I moved my head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss.

If I could have my way, I'd spend every second kissing Fang.

He pulled away all too soon. But then I heard it—snickering.

My eyes flew open and I wrenched open the door. Iggy and Gazzy.

"Get your butts outta here before you lose them!" I bellowed. They immediately disappeared.

Huh. Maybe they were finally learning to listen to me.

I turned back to Fang, who was rubbing the back of his neck.

That made me really suspicious for some reason.

"Is your neck okay?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah."

Let's hear it for Mr. Talkative.

He still didn't stop massaging his neck, though.

"You sure?" I asked. I reached up slowly.

"Let me see it." I whispered.

Surprisingly he gave in, his face contorting with grief.

I brushed his hand away.

His eyes locked onto mine with a final plead.

I knew I shouldn't ignore it, but I wanted to know.

Something was up.

"Max…." Fang whispered his voice cracking.

But I barely paid attention to him.

My gaze was riveted to what I saw on the back of his neck.

An expiration date.

His expiration date.

"Fang—It's—Oh god." I started sobbing into his chest.

He was going to die.

He was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had to make it last. Our time together was extremely limited.

"I love you, Fang. I love you." I sobbed.

And it was the complete truth.

"I love you." Fang whispered into my hair.

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FAXNESS!!! Don't ya love, love, love it? I do! I had to add some humor in, thus the pink boxers*snickers* but I also had to make Max find out about Fang's expiration date. And I had to add that there at the end. REVIEW PLEASE! I want at least 3-5 before another chapter comes!