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After a lot more shopping, which only Fang was interested in, we finally settled at an ice cream store. "My legs hurt," I complained. 

We had been going almost circles with how he thought this jewelry and that shoe would look good with my outfit. He had planned to spoil me all the way today. There weren\'t a lot of bags, just what we might need tonight since we had to directly arrive at the party but it was all was still overwhelmingly too much for me. I mean, there was jewelry for every party of my body and a garter. What was the need for a garter? 

At the end of it all, Fang was quite satisfied with the entire hunt. 

"Should I carry you on my shoulder?" Fang asked, but his tone wasn\'t teasing at all. Surprisingly, his flirting had reduced to a friendly tease, which took me a long time to realize. I looked at him, already carrying those bags in both hands. Half of them were things for me. Yet, the most expensive thing in there was a watch that he bought for himself. I had tried to convince him not to buy at least the things he bought for me but here he was holding all the heavy baggage like a pro. 

"Maybe you should take a seat," I said with genuine concern in my voice. 

Fang let out a breathy chuckle, "the only tired one here is you. I can still go on for miles." 

"No one is asking you to run a marathon," I remarked before extending my hand to grab the bags in one of his hands. "Let me help you with that," I really pitied him for how much he was carrying. I was to blame for half of it, as I did not even think of offering him help until now. Too busy being in the moment and sparkle in my eyes. Fang locked his eyes with mine before he pulled the bags behind him and I leaned forward and closer to him, trying to grab them. "What are you doing?" I asked, irritated. 

"Let\'s decide the ice cream first," Fang said before pushing past me as he bumped my shoulder. 

My mouth fell open to say ouch, but I rubbed my shoulder and looked at him with a, "Hey, what was that for?" Fang did not pay attention to me as he looked at the ice cream flavors. I joined beside him and it did not take me even a minute to decide what I wanted. "One mint cookies and if you have any ice cream which is black in color, give it to this man." 

The man behind the counter looked at Fang nervously and then at me, "I am sorry, ma\'am. We do not have ice cream in that color." 

"Very mature, little one," Fang talked loudly right beside my ear. 

I flinched before I shrugged at him. 

Fang smiled at me before turning back to the man behind the counter, "give me something seasonal and fill it in a cup." The man nodded before he started scooping my ice cream and filling it in a cone and handing it to me. Then, after thinking a little, he disappeared to the back of the store. 

"Do you think he has a black ice cream kept in the back?" I asked. 

Fang sighed before he went away to find a chair. Wow, even he got irritated by me. I thought it was only me who found him pesky. Although today I had enjoyed myself a lot with this pesky person. When I was about to follow Fang, the man returned with a creamy-looking ice cream. "Here you go, ma\'am," the man said, "we had an early batch of custard apples this year." 

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. It would be a month more before the season for custard apples was here. 

He was about to go to another costume who had just entered the shop when I called him back, "Pst, hey can you give me a scoop as well?"

"Sure ma\'am," the man smiled, "I hope cup will do."

"Will do," I said before I left the counter to find Fang. He had taken a seat in the far corner. Even inside this ice cream store, the seats were designed like a cubical. "Here you go sire, you pre-ripped custard apple ice cream," I did a little bow as if I was actually a waiter. He did not respond at all, just took it from my hand. When I looked for a seat across from him, it was packed with all the shopping bags. Fang smiled at me sheepishly before patting on a seat beside him. Well, I had no choice anyway. 

I let out a delightful sigh as my feet finally found rest. "Comfortable?" Fang asked, and I nodded with my eyes still closed. 

In the meantime, the ice cream in my hand decided to melt and before I could react in time, it already had dripped over my fingers and on my jeans. My tongue darted out to catch another drop but my desperate attempts only had the ice cream find its place on different parts of my face. Fang did not hold back his laughter as he twisted his body to take a better look at me. "What are you laughing at pass me the tissue paper," I snapped at him. 

He slid the tissue box close to me and I pulled out tissue after tissue to wipe my face and then my jeans. 

Right when I brought my attention back to my hand as I felt the liquid down my fingers, another drop fell on my jeans. "How clumsy are you," Fang remarked as he grabbed a tissue and his hand went for my jeans, "let me help." The ice cream had clearly decided to fall in an awkward spot on my jeans, and I immediately glared at Fang. He stopped midway before raising his hand in surrender, "hands to myself. Let me hold the ice cream cone for you then." 

"Thank you," I smiled at him with an obvious fake look. 

It was a close call. So close I almost felt butterflies. Like my body wanted to be close to him and it was not because of my wolf. It had calmed down back at the waterfall itself. This was just a thought that came in my own mind. I dismissed them before Fang could hear what I thought and took the ice cream cone back from him, "thanks." 

"You are welcome," he let his look linger a little longer on me before he went back to his ice cream. 

Why was I disappointed that something did not happen? It was like I wanted him to pass on a stupid, flirty comment. Suddenly, I wasn\'t ready to let go of that Fang I had always known. 

"Ma\'am," the person behind the counter came to give me what I had asked for, "would you like anything else?" I was grateful for him to come and interrupt my thoughts. I shook my head and he went back. Things had turned awkward again for me and this time Fang was not to blame. I glanced at him and he wasn\'t even looking at me. 

"So," I said, trying to change the topic, "how is this Mr Gillard?" Like I was even interested in that answer. 

Fang looked my way, "he is a fine man. Doesn\'t like to be in people."

My brows creased at hearing that, "then why is throwing a party where there are going to be people. Does he plan to give a welcome speech and disappear?"  Fang chuckled at my response but did not say anything. "Don\'t tell me he is actually going to do that?" I asked. 

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the party," said the old man, standing on the top of the double-sided stairs, which combined behind him into one, as he raised his glass. Like any other host, he did not descend the stairs but turned and exited into the large mansion. 

"That was really it?" I exclaimed at Fang, who was busy drinking his champagne. 

He shrugged, "I told you." 

Since Fang and I were close by, we had dropped by here before most guests. The night was still young, and Hailey and Bane were yet to arrive at the party. "Then what exactly are we here for?" I asked Fang as I turned to correct the golden broche on the left side of his suit. He looked sharp as ever and that was one thing I was not going to deny. Fang was damn good with his fashion sense, even though all he wore was black. He knew how to carry most of the clothes he wore, even the tracksuit he wore in the morning and this heavy three-piece suit. 

Fang leaned his head to see me and then my hand that fiddled with his broche, a pure gold masterpiece with a diamond in the middle. "I know you asked me not to touch you, but it is a little unfair for you to close the distance like that," Fang\'s voice was low and husky. 

I pulled my hands back to my side, "fine, at least tell me what are we supposed to do here." 

Fang turned his gaze around to the party. The manor was less decorated with more of a dim environment around, but the crowd made up for all the sparkle and shine. After Mr Gillard\'s short speech, a piece of soft music filled the atmosphere. "Hailey knows better," Fang replied before he extended his hand ahead, "mind sharing your first dance with me, milady?" 

I held back the smile forming on my lips and yet my lips strained themselves, "It would be my pleasure."