Chapter Thirty-Three

I'm so sorry for the long wait!

I did not give Fang an answer straight away. I went home and thought good and hard about it. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved Fang, you all know that by now. Fang had said that we were going to get married some day anyway, so we might as well get married right away, if that was our reasoning, if we were going to get married eventually, then what was the rush? I talked to Fang the next day and we decided to wait until we finished University, then we would talk about it again. We didn't tell anyone about our almost engagement. It was our secret.

It didn't take any time at all for Fang and I to fall back into our relationship. I even think the break up made us stronger.

Not an hour after we sorted things out we decided to go on a road trip together. We needed to spend some time together, just the two off us, and that was hard with me living with Nudge and Fang with his mum- who by the way, was thrilled that we had sorted everything out.

We hopped into Fang's car with a bag of clothes each and our sleeping bags and just drove. We didn't know exactly where we were going; the plan was simply to just drive as far away as possible and see were the road takes us. It was an exhilarating feeling.

"Drive, baby drive." I say as we pull out of Fang's drive way. Fang chucks from behind the wheel. I can't help but smile, I didn't even realise how much I really missed Fang. God, how had we gone so long with out being together when we both know we're it for each other?

I fiddle with the radio until I find a song I like, then lean back in my chair and kicking off my shoes, put my sock covered feet up on the dash board. I can't help smiling like a fool. It feels like everything is as it should be.

"Left or right?" He asks when we get to the end of the street.

"Um, right." I say, turning to look at him and grinning.

He grins back. "Right it is then."

We drove for a couple hours before stopping at a little shopping centre.

It's getting late and most shops closed at five thirty, but the supermarket Woolworth and the twenty-four hour K-mart were open.There aren't many people around, just the occasional couple, a man running back to his car with a bottle of wine and a group of rowdy teenagers.

I run in while Fang stays in the car and looks on his phone for a place for us to stay for the night.

In the supermarket I look around for something for us to eat for dinner, which is hard to find. I mean there's loads of stuff, but we need something that doesn't involve cooking, unless I get like noodle cups where you just add boiling water, I'm sure there will be a kettle where ever Fang finds for us to say. Or we could have instant macaroni cheese, because they should have a microwave. And I could get snacks like chips, or strawberries. There's a coffee machine in the supermarket so I stop and quickly make a coffee for Fang and a latte for myself.

I only take a few minutes in the supermarket collecting the things I need before going over into k-mart quickly. I- in the rush of our spontaneous trip- didn't pack a jacket, which is silly since its winter. I'm wearing a knitted jumper, but it's quite thin, and definitely not going to keep me warm.

I rush through K-mart and pick out a brown leather- well probably not real- fitted jacket with a hood.

When I get back to the car Fang is talking on his phone. He looks up at me and smiles.

While I wait for him to finish talking- too Iggy from what I can gather- I pull the tag off the jacket and slip it on.

"Alright. Yep, see you mate. Hi to Nudge. Bye." Fang hangs up the phone and puts it on the dash board.

"Was that Iggy?" I ask as I pass his coffee over and put the bag of food down on the floor at my feet. I take a sip of my latte.

"Yeah. Wondering where we are."

"I told Nudge we were going."

"He's not with Nudge tonight; she's staying at her parent's house."

"Oh yeah I forgot." She had told me this earlier. Melanie- Nudge's mum- was insistent that Nudge spent time with them these holidays so they were going to go see a show in the city tonight.

"The jacket's new." Fang says looking me over.

"Hm. I saw it and- you know I didn't bring enough warm clothes."

"I would have kept you warm." I look over at him and smile rolling my eyes.

He grins. "Well, I like it. You look great."

"Thanks." I mumble.

Fang put his coffee down in the cup holder between us and takes mine from my hands and puts it down as well, and then he turns to face me fully. "Does it look as good in side?"

"What? Oh." I mumble as Fang leans over me and runs his hand down the soft leather of my jacket before putting his hand inside and moving it around my back. He moves his hands up to my shoulders and pushes off the jacket to reveal the thin red knitted jumper I'm wearing.

"And this. I like this." He says with a smile forming on his lips as he grips the bottom of it and starts to pull it off. I stop his hand by putting mine over them. And look around to see if anyone was looking since we are in a public car park.

"There's no one around." He says kissing my collar bone, then up my neck to my ear. He pulls my top up over my head as I lift my arms with out even noticing, leaving me in one less layer, a white singlet.

He looks down at the top then looks back up at my face. "How many layers are you wearing?" He asks pulling a face, making me laugh.

"One more after this." I say, shrieking as his cold fingers caressed my lower back under the singlet. He chuckles.

"But you're not going to go any further in this car buddy." I say jokingly, but meaning it. He fake pouts, and sits back in his chair keeping a grip on my wrist and softly pulling me towards him.

"Fang."

"No one's around and we've been driving for hours."

I sigh. Then look at him sitting there with a lazy half smile with his hair messy and falling over his eyes and give up on my inner fight that someone could walk past at anytime and climb over into his chair and sit on his lap facing him, with my knees bent up on either side of him.

"Come here." He says softy pulling me closer so my chest is against his. I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Tied, babe?" Fang asks me when I yarn. I nod my head against his shoulder.

I feel him move around a bit unwinding his arms from around my waist and back.

"What are you going?-" I begin to ask but stop when he puts the car into drive and it starts slowly moving forwards. I put my head up and look out the window. Fang puts his hand to the back of my head.

"I won't be able to see if you lift your head." he says. So I put my head back down. "I'm just moving the car further back, away from the shop." He says turning the wheel slightly. "It's too late to find a hotel or motel now."

He stops the car and cuts the engine off. I lift my head again. "Did you even look for one?" I ask.

"You have no trust in me" he laughs "the closest place to stay is an hour from here." He brushes his lips against my neck. "Do you want to... go there?" He puts his ands under my singlet and runs them up my sides, moving his lips to my pulse spot. "Or stay here?" He asks, as he brings me even closer.

"Stay here." I gasp out before crushing my lips to his. I can feel him smile against my lips.

"Good choice."

Next Day

Fang and I got driving again early this morning. We stopped and got out of the car at anything that looked interesting. Cool little cafe's, look outs, antique stores, parks, we even stopped at a oval where a local footy match was going on, and chose opposite teams and made a bet that the person's who team looses has to run and jump into the next lake we pass- naked, but it started to rain really heavily so the game was rescheduled.

So now it's been raining for the past hour as we drive along the long straight country roads heading in land. We've been listening to eighties music on the radio and have been singing along, well I've been singing Fang's been mainly laughing at me.

"When is it my turn to drive?" I ask Fang. He looks at me for a second and smiles then looks back to the road ahead of him.

"I think it's best if I drive. You drive like a mad woman." He says.

"Hey! I use to drive for a living, remember?" I protest, with a laugh.

"Driving a golf buggy isn't included. And you talk with your hands which mean, you are always taking your hands off the wheel."

"Really?" I ask generally surprised.

"Really."

"Hmm. Like what Nudge does?" I ask horrified.

"Yeah, now you mention it, just like Nudge." Fang laughs. "If you could see your face!" He leans over and gives me a big kiss on the cheek.

We ended up getting lost quite a bit that road trip, but that was kind of all the fun. We slept in the car and ate pies from the petrel stations, and it was kind of perfect. Five star trip? Maybe not. But one I'll never forget? Definitely.