Maximum Ride: Saving the world from the Apocalypse

"You like to be..." he stopped and he said the next three words very low, I had to really listen. "Kissed like this." He said. He lifted my chin and tilted his head and put his warm, perfect, lips on mine. As much as I hated to admit it, his lips did feel like they were made for mines. Like every, dent, every curve, was made to be a perfect fit. Maybe I was imagining. His hand rubbed my back right between my wings, just like I liked it.
I was kissing him for what felt like a thousand years. Did I want it to stop? I loved the way he kissed me! Like he was made to kiss me. Some emotion sparked in me like a match. Joy? Satisfaction? Love? I didn't know. I just knew I did want it to end. Pulling me to him. His warm wing over lapping mine.
His other hand was holding mine. It felt perfect. Amazingly I was kissing him...back? His hand was smooth, and hard, no scars, unlike Fang.
Fang.
What was I doing? I was supposed to be kissing Fang, not him. Reluctantly I pulled back gasping for a minute I forgot how to breath. He looked at me shocked, and questionable."No, this isn't right!" Oh my God, who am I kidding its so RIGHT. But I didn't want it to be right. Fang and I are supposed to be RIGHT. I didn't want to change the way I feel about Fang.
"Max are you okay what's wrong?" he asked. His arm was still around me, hand still perfectly wrapped in mines. His perfect lips inches from mine...
Anger, and joy, and sadness and yearning, and regret, and pressure, and a lot of things balled into one shoot through me.
Max let change take its course said the voice.
"I don't want change to take its course!" I yelled. Dylan looked confused. His hand was rubbing between my wings. I snatched my hand from his and pushed him so hard he staggered. I snapped out my wings and flew away...for awhile.