Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 126

apter 126

I hesitate for a brief moment as my hand rests on the doorknob, unsure if I’m ready for whatever happens next. I’ve never been great at goodbyes, but this one feels different. It feels heavier than anything I’ve experienced before.

Thane stands there on the other side of the doorway, not quite stepping in but not quite leaving either. His eyes are fixed on me, watching. waiting–like there’s something he wants to say but he can’t quite find the right words. I can feel the intensity in the air, and the space between us crackles with energy I can’t seem to understand.

Then, he leans in and cradles the side of my face.

His lips find mine in a kiss that starts off soft and slow. The kind of kiss that pulls something from deep inside me. I feel it in my chest, down in the pit of my stomach, and it’s something that’s twisting and tugging. There’s tenderness in it, but there’s also a possessive hunger that surprises me. It’s a side of Thane I haven’t yet seen–one that isn’t just about control or distance, but one that is about longing. The pull between us, the band I can’t ignore any longer, is shifting everything. And as he claims my mouth with this seemingly simple kiss, my mind races, but I can’t seem to pull away. Honestly, I don’t want to.

My lips move with his, and I feel something inside of me surrender. And just for a moment, everything feels right, even though everything about it is terrifying,

When he eventually pulls back, I’m breathless. His fingertips brush my cheek, and as he watches the action, I can see the conflicted look in his eyes, the tension there between what he wants and what he’s afraid to take from me.

I don’t know what to say, though. I’m still processing everything. The threat. The kiss. The bond. The fact that there’s a part of me that just feels right in this moment. But I know the reality is just too much to ignore all willy–nilly

“Thane…” I start, but my voice is shaky, and it feels too raw, Too real

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interjects, his voice low and rough, as his gaze searches mine like he’s waiting for me to make a decision. But it’s too much..Everything is too much.

I want him. I want this connection between us. But I’m scared. I’m terrified of what it means. I’m terrified of the danger, of losing myself, of getting lost in something I don’t fully understand, I’ve never been the type to fall for someone this quickly, to get wrapped up in something ! can’t control, And yet here I am, standing at the edge of it.

Thane’s hand slips down my throat, over my shoulder, down my arm, and then lingers on my wrist, but the moment between us is already slipping away. “I’d better go,” he says softly, his words sounding like a promise to return but also a recognition that he’s giving me the space i

I nod slowly, but I can’t seem to find the right words. I know he’s giving me the space I need, but all I can do is stand there, my body still feeling the warmth of his touch on my skin.

He gives me one last lingering look, his eyes softer now and his expression exposed, before he turns and walks down my two front steps and along the walkway.

I watch him go, and the silence settles around me like a thick fog.

I stand there for a long time after his car has disappeared down the road, my hand still resting on the doorframe, my mind spinning like a well- oiled hamster wheel. My lips still feel warm from his kiss, and the feeling refuses to leave even though he’s not here anymore.

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