Ooohhh...The Talk!

Iggy watched Fang’s expression, starting to smile and then quirking into a full blown grin as a great idea crossed his sightless eyes.
I sank lower into the couch, trying to disappear. Please don’t make me kiss him in front of everyone, I begged silently.
“Truth or Dare?” Iggy asked seriously.
Fang watched him wearily, and I could tell he was totally freaking out inside his head by the set of his jaw. He looked at me and I bugged my eyes out at him as if to scream, “Truuuth!”
“Dare,” Fang said.
Oh, God, he read my expression wrong. But then he sent a side glance my way that said that he meant to do that.
Fang, you’re freaking me out.
“That is an eeevil smile, Ig,” I said unsteadily.
“Okay, you have your choice of either kissing Max or asking her on a date, what’ll it be?” Iggy said.
“Can’t I do both?” Fang asked, playing along, adding to my embarrassment.
Iggy thought about this. “Hm…well, I guess if you want.”
I gave Fang a kiss-me-and-you’re-dead look. I would kill him. There is NO WAY he was going to—
But then his head swooped in as his arms wrapped around me. His mouth crushed mine. But I couldn’t help it, I kissed him back.
“Fang?” I vaguely heard Iggy ask. “Get to the point.”
He didn’t stop. His head angled to kiss me deeper.
“Fang?”
Nothing.
“EW! OH MY GOD FANG YOUR EPEDERMIS IS SHOWING!” Nudge shrieked.
He quickly drew back and wiped his mouth, “My what?” he asked, looking down and checking himself over to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to put something important on, like jeans.
Gazzy smiled. “Your skin.”
Fang looked over at me kind of embarrassed. Only Fang never gets embarrassed.
“You just got too carried away,” Nudge explained, “It was gross. Never do that in front of me again! GROSS.”
I smiled at Fang sheepishly and then looked at Nudge. “Nudgie, there will be a time when you think differently you’ll see nothing wrong with making out with some guy in front of all of us.”
She looked appalled. “Will not.”
Ella nodded her head. “Neither will I.”
Iggy turned his head to face them. “Will too.”
“Will not,” Ella countered, standing him up.
“Will too,” Iggy said, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, hard.
“Ooohhh…” Gazzy whooped, throwing his fist in the air. “Yeah…”
Just then, Dr. Martinez walked into the room and saw her daughter kissing Ig in the middle of the living room, and did not look too happy. Of course they were a little too preoccupied, so neither one of them noticed. “IGGY! ELLA!” the Dr. Martinez shouted.
They broke apart quickly, startled. “Oh, uh, um, hi, Doc…” he sputtered uncomfortably. “Think the game’s over, guys,” he told us.
But Mom was still pretty mad. “Okay. I want all the males in the dining room now. That means you, too, Gazzy.”
He made a face. “But I wasn’t kissing anyone!”
“You need to hear it all the same,” she rolled her eyes angrily.
The guys all filed out of the room. I sent Fang a sympathetic glance.
“What’s going on?” Nudge asked curiously.
I smiled a bit. “The Talk.”