Enemies or mates?

Chapter 11

I smile at the thought that Fang wants this just as much as I do. Hearing his heart rate increase because of our closeness makes me know that he wants to kiss me. Of course, I could've figured that out by the way he is tilting his head. He stops inches away from my face and I want to growl. I just want to taste him already; to know what his soft lips would fill like against my own.

Wait, what the hell am I thinking. I cant kiss him. No, NO, No this is bad. I push him away causing me to loose my balance since he was practically holding me onto the two by six beam. I don't have time to react because I am still trying to process what's going on. He doesn't want to kiss me. He cant want that and I cant want to kiss him. I should hate him. Though that's not really true either. We should be allies, friends at most.

I land flat on my back and all oxygen is knocked out of me. I try to suck in a breath, but that only makes it hurt worse. I close my eyes and focus on refilling my lungs. When I finally open my eyes I see Fangs concerned face above mine.

"Fang stop worrying. I just knocked the breath out of myself." I breath out. Slowly nodding his head, he lift me up in his arms and sets me in a chair gently. I smile at him in thanks and the pain subsides. After another minute or so I am completely fine and go to stand but Fang pushes me back in to the chair gently. "I think you should stay sitting for a few more minutes. You landed pretty hard."

"Yes thank you Fang. I would've never realized that. I thought I had landed on a soft cloud that hangs directly beneath rainbow. I'm so glad your here to tell me otherwise." I say with a sickly smile. I know he's trying to help and I fell bad for using sarcasm, but I don't do well with people trying to take care of me and be concerned about me. He glares at me and turns around. I smile, stand, rap my arms around him, and whisper in his ear, "Thank you for being concerned, but I am fine. Please don't be mad. "

He lets out a breath and I fell the slight chuckle more than I hear it. That making me realize just how close I am to him. I take a step back and he turns. He walks away after caressing my cheek with his fingertips, calling over his shoulder. "Come on I'm fixing you breakfast."

"Don't I get a say in it." I hate it when people don't give me a choice even if he's trying to be nice, and its just breakfast, but still. If he can tell me what to do know then he wont know his limits. Mind as well cut him short so he doesn't have to learn his lesson the hard way.

Fang laughs and I tilt my head to the side in confusion. "Are you really trying to make a point that you cant be bossed around and are dependent over a simple breakfast."

"Yes I am. Is that a problem?"

"No not at all, but you wont want to miss the chance of being able to taste my delicious cooking now would you?"

"Your a vampire. Have you ever even cooked before?"

"Yes. I don't remember why, but it was pretty fun so I started cooking things for bake sells and stuff. Don't laugh."

I take that in. Bake sells? I can not see Fang wearing a pink apron and giving little pink cupcakes to kids. Either way I sit down and watch as he drags out bread, cinnamon, eggs, milks, Flour, bacon, and a few other ingredients. He has his backed turned to me and I see his muscle ripple under his thin grey t-shirt. Fang isn't the type to have a lot of muscle that bulge out so much and you can see his veins. To me that's just gross, but Fangs is ripped in all the right place without the protruding veins. He smirks when he catches me staring, but goes back to the food seeming to be in thought.

I realize just then I am in nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Quickly sneaking away I head to the laundry room and throw on my favorite shirt of the day. Its baby blue. On it their is a green dinosaur that has a little speech bubble that says," Raur, I'm a dinosaur." It meant for teens about sixteen or so not twenty year olds but what ever. I love it any ways and if people want to judge me then fine.