Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 93

hapter 93

His words are a growl, as if they come from deep within him, every syllable laced with an almost raw hunger.

My breath catches in my throat, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. He’s barely an arm’s length away now. His presence is consuming and overwhelming. And just like that, everything in my body comes to life. My pulse thudding beneath my skin, my body suddenly warming–all of it alive with something I can’t quite name.

He steps even closer, and the heat is suffocating in the best possible way.

My mouth opens, but no words come out. I want to argue. I want to push him away. But my body betrays me, and I feel the urge to step into him instead

The air between us crackles with something I can’t ignore.

1. e. But I can’t let him see how badly he’s affecting me. Not when I know I need space. Not when I don’t know if I can trust what he’s saying–if I can trust him,

“What the hell, Thane?” I finally manage to say when my breath comes back to my lungs, though my voice is barely more than a whisper. “You just can’t walk in here and demand…”

His eyes narrow slightly, and before I can finish my sentence, he steps even closer, forcing my back to press against the stairs banister behind me so I can keep a semblance of distance between us. The air between us thickens, and I can barely breathe as the tension between us grows. It’s almost like the world outside my front door falls away, leaving just the two of us, locked in this magnetic space.

His voice is steady when he speaks, with no trace of hesitation. “I’m not going anywhere, Harley. Not today. I’m staying, I’m going to show you what this-” he gestures between us with a quick, intense movement “-means. I’m going to show you what we can be.”

open my mouth to protest, but he continues, unbothered by my silence.

“And that means,” he adds with a hint of humor, “I’ll even follow you to the bathroom if I have to.”

I blink at him, trying to process what he’s just said. For a second, I can’t decide if he’s being serious or if he’s messing with me. And then an idea hits me. I cross my arms, leaning slightly back, my lips curling into a smirk. “Is that so? You’re planning to stalk me everywhere, huh?”

Thane’s gaze softens, a little too pleased with himself, and then he gives me a nod as if to say “exactly“.

“Well,” I say, my voice dripping with my usual sarcasm, “if that’s how it’s going to be, maybe I’ll show you exactly how ridiculous I can be on a daily basis. Let’s see how long you last when I start challenging your patience.”

For a moment, the corners of his mouth twitch. But his resolve doesn’t waver.

you can run me off, Harley?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve survived centuries. I’m not scared of a little sarcasm and sass.”

And with that, I feel it. The pull. The gravity. I’m not sure if it’s the challenge or the undeniable attraction between us, but something about his words, about the way he stands there, so confident in his declaration, makes my chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with fear.

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