Page 92 of Fang
“Well, I was looking for Fang. Do you know where he is?”
Loyal runs a hand through his hair and frowns. “He wasn’t in his room?”
“No.”
“Well, shit, let me…”
Before he can finish his sentence, the door to the kitchen opens, and Fang steps out. He pauses when he sees us. Something flashes across his face, but he quickly smothers it.
What was that?
“Morning,” he says gruffly as he walks toward me.
“Morning.”
He leans down and kisses me.
“You two have fun. I’ll see you later,” Loyal says as he walks away.
“How do you feel about going and getting breakfast before you have class?”
“I think I’d like that.”
“Then come on, let’s get dressed.”
We go to his room and change, then head out to his bike. For the ten-minute ride, I spiral.
Why did I wake up alone? Does he regret sleeping with me? Are we done?
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even remember getting off his bike and walking into the restaurant.
“Little dancer, talk to me,” he pleads, pulling me into the present.
“Are we over?” I blurt out.
Fang jerks his head back in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Are we over?”
“Why in the hell would you think that?”
“Because I woke up alone and then when you saw me you looked at me weird.”
“Baby, come here,” he pleads.
Reluctantly I move to his side of the booth. He immediately pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.
“We are so far from over it’s not even funny. In fact, you asking that is insulting.”
“But…”
“No buts, Cami. You’re it for me.”
“Then what was this morning all about?” I ask quietly.
“First of all, you only woke up alone because I needed a drink. I was hoping I could make it back from the kitchen before you woke up.”
Okay, that makes sense, I guess.
