This chapter's a little heavy, so if you're a little squeamish, you might not want to read this chapter. It's okay to skip it. It's pretty short anyway, so you're not missing much. Things will probably still make sense in the next chapter, which I'll try to post really fast so that we don't have that problem.

Chapter Sixteen

Fang

I'd forgotten how great it felt to have Max pressed against me, her lips on mine. But I almost forgot everything that had been going through my brain when Max asked that horrible question:

"Where did you so good at that?"

I could almost feel my face catching on fire. I'd hoped she just wouldn't notice. Like I'd ever had that kind of luck.

Here's how I actually got good at it:

….Back in the Neill household….

There was a light knock on my door.

"Fang?" Allison's voice called from beyond it. She turned the knob and peered into my room.

"Yeah?" I said. Allison stepped into the room, taking my response as an invitation to enter.

"Um, can you help me with something?" she asked hesitantly. I shrugged.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you…um…unhook my bra for me?" she asked. I shrugged again.

"Sure." Allison smiled at me and turned around, giving me her back. She lifted up her shirt. I fiddled with the back while she explained that her arms were way too short to do it herself. I personally didn't care. It didn't remotely bother me. I fiddled with the strap for a moment and then it popped open. Allison dropped her shirt over her back, turned, and beamed at me.

"Thanks, Fang!" she said."You're the greatest!"

That ritual repeated throughout most of the time I spent at the Neill house. I'd gotten really good at unclipping bras it that time. My thoughts jumped to Max. I hoped she wouldn't find this wrong.

"It's a guy thing," I explained to her coolly. Max looked at me, raised one eyebrow, then kissed me again.

"Okay," she agreed. "I'm not gonna question natural guy instincts."

She started kissing me again. It was fierce and passionate; they basically defined Max herself. I backed her up until the backs of her knees bumped into her bed and she fell over. She landed smoothly on her back, and I landed gingerly on top of her, careful not to hurt her. I finished stripping her of her clothes as I did the same with mine. Now all that was left was Max, the girl I'd loved for four years—maybe more—and all her raw beauty.

"I'll never leave you again," I whispered in her ear.