This totally felt like a date.
And the beautiful part? He'd turned down Dr. Stupendous to be with moi. He'd dissed her and dismissed her, so he could eat kimchi and ice cream with yours featherly.
"Max?"
I suddenly became aware that Fang had said my name like three times. Now he stopped and looked at me. "Are you okay? Is the Voice back, giving you instructions?"
"Uh-huh. It's in the middle of the crossword of the day."
He smiled, and we kept walking.
"No, I was just spacing out," I said, licking my ice cream. I had gotten a double scoop of mint chocolate chip and orange sherbet, two great tastes that tasted great together.
"Well, tomorrow we leap into action," he said. "So, last chance to space out for a while."
"Yeah. I just hope—"
"I know. I'm sure she's okay. We'll get there in time. And I promise to let you take her kidnappers apart all by yourself."
He knew me so well. "Thanks. It's just—it's bad enough to worry about the flock. Is Nudge okay, is everyone here, are we together, are we safe? I can't stand the circle getting bigger. I can only worry about so much before my head explodes, you know?"
He nodded. "You know I got your back. You're not alone."
I couldn't speak for a moment, so I swallowed hard and cleaned up a drip making its way down my sugar cone. "Thanks," I said finally. "I know." Suddenly we were at a metal railing, looking out at water. "Oh! Is this the ocean?"
"It keeps cropping up. What with the islandness and all."
Fang dropped my hand to put his arm around my shoulders, his warmth searing my skin through my jacket. I really, really hoped that I hadn't suddenly sprouted a catrillion new nerve endings. Yes, it would make moments like this better, but the downside? Pain and torture would be a million times worse. Guess which one I was more likely to come up against?
I finished my cone, sucking the ice cream out of the hole in the bottom before I realized how tacky and ungirl-like that was. Oops. I wiped my hands on my jeans and looked out at the deep blue water, glistening with moonlight, knowing that somewhere my mom was being held captive beneath it.
Then I realized that despite everything, I felt… happy? Safe? Complete? I didn't know what to call it. It wasn't something that I was on familiar terms with. I just knew I didn't want this night to end.
I mean, I did, of course—because when the night ended, we would finally, finally, finally go save my mom.
But besides that, I didn't want this night to end.
"Max." Fang put two fingers under my chin—I hoped it wasn't sticky but wasn't sure—and gently turned me to face him. "You're a million miles away again."
"Sorry." Once more I cursed Jeb for not grafting the gift of gab into my DNA. Jerk.
"Are you too worried about your mom? Do you want to head back?"
"No," I said, meeting his gaze. "No. I'm okay. Just—kind of overwhelmed." I gave a little cough. "I don't want to go back. I want to be here with you."
Something lit in his black eyes. "Yeah?"
I nodded.
"So… you're choosing me?"
Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream…
I had to grip the metal railing hard with both hands so I wouldn't throw myself over it, to streak away into the night, into darkness and safety. Tough it out, Max, I told myself—or maybe it was the Voice.
But it didn't matter, because then Fang leaned down and kissed me, and I put my arms around him, right there in front of everyone, and kissed him back with everything I had.
And then, all heck broke loose.