Padding my bare feet back into Jacks bedroom, I start riffling through his drawers like a wet raccoon,

searching for
something that can pass as pajamas. I try on four pairs of basketball shorts and two shirts before finding items
small enough to fit me without being obscene.
Im not a small personnot at all. Im average height, average weight. Its just that Jacks a giant who, apparently,
wears sie !"" in everything. #wisting the shirt around my middle so it hangs properly, I absently inhale and smile
when I catch Jacks scent.
$hat% &o. 'ont smile about that, you idiot.
I unclench my fists from his shirt and smooth out the wrinkles I created clutching it to my nose. Im not like a wet
raccoon at all. Im worse. (accoons would be ashamed of me.
)y inner dialogueIve just accepted that Im certifiable, at this pointcomes to a halt when I hear an engine in the
front yard.
Jack.
)y first instinct is to run outside and smack himyou know, violent tendencies and allbut I regain my composure
and choose a more mature tactic.
I stand perfectly still in the dark living room and wait for him with a scowl.
#hrough the window, I watch his dark figure stumble out of the car and slowly climb the front steps all hunched
over. $hat did he do, go get drunk% *reat.
I cross my arms, scowl still poised to kill, and wait as he opens the door and +uietly steps inside. ,e flicks on the
living room light and I ready myself for the shit storm Im about to rain all over his ass. -ut my words, my anger, my
bitter intentions fall away the instant I see his face.
Jack.. Its more of a gasp than a word as it leaves my mouth.
,e pulls his eyes up from his bloody and torn hand, and sets them on me. /Jenna. $hat the hell%. 0everal
emotions cross his eyes. 1nger. 2ear. (elief. 1nger.
I pull a face. /'ont 3what the hell me. 4oure the one who stole my car and drove off into the night..
,e screws his face up. /0o you waited up to yell at me%.
$ell5. I pause.
Is that why I waited up% $ell, crap.
4eah,. I finally say, not particularly proud of my answer.
#ypical,. he mutters. /6isten. Im not in the mood to bicker with you right now so if you dont mind rescheduling this
bitch7out for tomorrow, that would be great..
,e brushes past me, his shoulder lightly sweeping mine, and halts at the touch. 2acing me, he softens his husky
voice. /Im sorry..
6ong eyelashes lower over his storm7gray eyes as he searches my face, and the wicked wildfire inside me instantly
reignites as his gae drops to my mouth.
#he thick frustration that filled the room just moments ago thins into a sweet trepidation, curling around us with a
daring charge. 0o delicious. -ut so dangerous.
I carefully step back and clear my throat. Jack does the same. $ere masters of avoidance.
$ithout another word, he moves past me and marches down the hall. #hats when I spy the blood running down the
back of his shirt from a large gash between his shoulder blades.
)y heart stops.
Jack%. I say, staring with wide eyes. /$hat happened to your back%.
,e looks over his shoulder and frowns. /8h. #hat.. #urning back around, he continues striding down the hallway.
/9nife wound..