Ren froze in shock as soft, trembling lips pressed against his own. By the time his brain caught up and he was ready to react, Fang had let him go.
"I'm sorry," Fang whispered. Despair swam in his purple eyes and his young shoulders looked bowed down with desolation. He stepped back shakily. For a moment, he seemed as fragile as a snowflake about to melt.
"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice broken.
Then he turned and ran out of the room.
Ren stared after the boy with unseeing eyes. What did this mean? Could it be that he was the one Fang liked, not Wade? Why else would the boy kiss him? He went through their entire conversation in his mind once again. Yes, it seemed reasonable to conclude that Fang currently liked him. Whether it was actually a romantic feeling or a feeling of gratitude and dependence mistaken for love...that was a different matter altogether.
