He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

Assume nothing, question everything.

I've been looking for you a long time, I just didn't know it. But now I do.

What happened to your tan?"--Fang "It was dirt." --Max

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

Jane-Sweetie, we've talked about your weight-" my mother began. I'm only eight years old," I said. "How about I promise to be anorexic later?

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.