Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine

Author:Chelsea Fine [Fine, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781455583195
Amazon: 1455583197
Barnesnoble: 1455583197
Goodreads: 20455344
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2014-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

15

Jenna

I wake up to a pillow being thrown in my face and a male voice yelling, “What the fuck happened in the bathroom? It looks like someone performed surgery in there.”

I sleepily sit up and squint at the doorway. “Wha…?”

“Shit. Sorry,” Samson says, making a face. “I thought you were Jack.”

I rub my eyes. “Not Jack.”

“Right.” He nods once. “You’re… Jenna? Is that right?”

I nod with a yawn.

“Sorry about last night,” he says. “I swear I’m not usually a lush.”

“No worries.”

“You don’t happen to know where Jack is, do you?”

After our interlude in the bathroom last night, Jack and I parted ways; him sleeping on the couch while I slept in his bed. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.

“No.” I rub my eyes. “Is he not on the couch?”

Samson sighs. “Nope.”

“Samson!” Jack calls from somewhere down the hallway. “What are you doing? Let Jenna sleep.”

Samson turns his head. “Where’ve you been, man?”

“I got breakfast. Leave her alone.”

Samson looks back at me with an apologetic smile. “Sorry I woke you up. Later.” He pulls the door closed and I stare at it for several long seconds.

Last night spins around my mind like a carousel horse, up and down, around and around, replaying every critical moment. Scary bar mobsters held us at gunpoint before Jack stole my car and got into a brawl with some gangsters then came home all bloody and I patched up his knife wound before we started kissing and almost got down and dirty. Such a bizarre chain of events.

But more than the bloody gangster madness, my mind turns with the things Jack said about me wanting to be in control and being afraid of having him. He made it sound like I’m some sort of crazy person who has feelings for him, but thinks that if I keep my hands off him then those feelings will just disappear. But that’s not the case.

Or is it?

The reason I stopped our kissing session was because he was about to pull my shorts off and see all the tattoos on my lower pelvis, which wouldn’t be a big deal except there’s a new tattoo that wasn’t there the last time he saw me naked. And I didn’t feel like explaining it to him so I panicked.

Then I realized that having sex with Jack on the bloody bathroom countertop was probably a bad idea anyway, especially since we’re stuck with each other later this week when we drive back to Arizona together. So yeah. I cut off our little make-out frenzy.

I expected Jack to argue with me, but then he put his arms around me and held me. He held me. Like a goddamn doll. Then he kissed my forehead and said my name, and it was all I could do not to sob in his arms.

When Jack said my name, my whole world came undone. My insides turned to goo and my strength to mush. Just that single word “Jenna” on his lips made me wish for things I have no business wanting.

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