You looove me. You love me this much.
Max-I'm not going to die today.
Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.
This is not a democracy," I said, understanding he fear but unable to do anything about it. "It's a Maxocracy.
I love you Max,"Fang said..."God, Max I love you so much." I know. I thought. I've always known
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.