Page 183 of Fangs
I swore at him, and he laughed again.
“You’re walkin’ like a baby fawn.”
I tried to keep glaring at him, but for some reason, that struck me as hilarious, and I erupted into giggles again. His eyebrows raised again, and he grinned crookedly.
“Baby fawn,” I repeated, tears of laughter filling my eyes.
“C’mon, Freckles,” he pulled me up and wrapped his arm around my waist again.
“You don’t need to say 'baby,'” I tried to explain, still giggling. “Fawn means baby. You’re sayin’ 'baby baby.'”
“Drunk you is a lot more fun than drunk Wolf.”
“I’m a lot more fun than Wolfallthe time,” I corrected him, tilting my head to grin at him as we walked.
“That might be true,” he agreed.
I studied his face as he smiled at me. It was really unfair how attractive he was. His full lips curved into an amused smile as I blatantly admired him. His cheekbones were so high, and I loved how they caught the light and highlighted the sharp planes of his face. He raised an eyebrow.
“Something on my face?”
“Your cheekbones.”
His other eyebrow raised. “My cheekbones?”
I abruptly stopped walking and shifted to face him. His other hand caught my waist, steadying me as I reached up to hold his face in my hands.
“These.” I stroked my thumbs along the pronounced bones.
His eyes darkened, his fingers flexing on my waist, but his voice seemed deliberately light when he spoke. “How much didyou drink?”
“Enough to not think about dungeons and exes,” I parroted Mist’s words.
“Dungeons and exes,” he repeated thoughtfully.
“Not Trey.” I paused, realizing how much easier it was to say his name when I was drunk. “Zip.”
“Wait, Zip is an ex-boyfriend?”
“Not anymore, ’cause he’s dead.” It really wasn’t funny, but I started giggling again. I dropped my hands from his face, but he didn’t let go of my waist.
“How’d he die?”
“Trey shot him.” I shrugged, then noticed a group of chickens nearby. “Look at that rooster!”
Lee glanced at the chickens with a frown. “How come?”
I screwed up my face in disbelief. “Cause he’s so pretty!”
He snorted. “No, how come Trey shot Zip?”
“He hit me. No, wait, that was before. It was—” I cut off abruptly as it finally occurred to me in my drunken state he would not be happy about this.
Lee’s fingers tightened on my waist. “It was why?”
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to tell you.”
His eyes narrowed into slits. “Why?”
