Fang 22

Fang

Blearily, I opened my eyes. At first I wasn’t sure what had woken me from the deepest sleep I had had for years. And then it sounded again.

Someone was hammering the shit out of my closed door. Loud and insistent.

Cursing, I swung my legs from the warmth of the bed. Gypsy moaned softly as I slipped away from her. Her hand reached for me.

Without thinking, I bent to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

Where the sudden sweetness had come from I didn’t know. But I didn’t regret it.

Something had changed between me and Gypsy, maybe because she was finally being honest with me, or maybe it was simply because I was letting myself actually feel something.

Someone knocked again, louder this time.

“Alright, I’m coming.” Padding naked to the door, I swung it open, using my bulk to hide whoever was knocking from seeing the room behind me.

“Took you long enough.” Hansel’s face was pensive. His eyes flicked past me and I moved myself to block his view more fully. Not