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Tequila was the wild juice of the devil and I’d never partake in it again.
The most messed-up thing was that people always claimed that they didn’t remember what they did when they were drunk. I call bull poop on that, because I remembered—oh God, I could recall it all—in painstaking, humiliating detail.
I’d told Jax all the things I hadn’t done, and some of that crap was just ridiculous. Like things that probably made him think I grew up in a bomb shelter or something.
Then I’d cuddled the bottle. Cuddled it. Like it was a puppy. Or a kitten. Whatever. Something furry that was not a fucking bottle of liquor.
I’d also shown him a trophy and a picture of me all gussied up like a baby doll and told him I used to be pretty. That alone made me want to shove my head in an oven, but oh, there’d been more.
I’d also told him about the Mom stuff, which was too horrifying to even repeat.
And I’d also tried to kiss him.
Aaand then I puked my guts up while Jax held my hair and rubbed my back. He’d actually rubbed—wow—my back, and I think he’d talked me through it. I don’t know what he said, but I remembered his voice, low and soothing as my stomach cramped and heaved. But he had to have felt the scars. My skin wasn’t exactly even on my back. It was rough and raised in some areas, and I knew it could be felt through my shirt.
Once I was done hurling up all the tequila and what was left of my pride, I’d lain on the bathroom floor, because it was cool, smooth, and perfect. He let me stay there while he snatched a damp towel and then—oh God, even more embarrassing—he wiped down my face. To top it all off, he’d picked me up once he’d been sure I wasn’t going to vomit on him and carried me to bed, where he forced water and two ibuprofens down my throat.
I’d passed out on my side with Jax sitting next to me, his leg pressing into my hip, and when I woke up at some point during the morning, feeling like I’d been hit by a fire truck full of hot, muscular firemen, Jax was still there.
He’d been stretched out behind me, the front of his body pressed to the back of mine, and his arm had been a heavy weight on my hip. If I hadn’t felt like my head was going to split open, I might’ve enjoyed waking up like that. Instead, I panicked like I’d just been busted in the wrong person’s bed.
I’d jumped from the bed, literally, and nearly ate the floor. I had no idea how I grabbed fresh clothes and made it through the shower, washing away the grossness of the tequila yuck that seemed to have bled through my skin, without sitting down in the tub and crying over the pain behind my eyes and all the dumb, dumb things I’d done and said the night before.
Jax was awake when I shuffled out of the bathroom, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as he walked into the bathroom with his own toothbrush, which he’d stashed there after the second night of staying in this house.
When he’d come out, his hair damp from obviously splashing water over his face and head, I was sitting on the couch and quickly averted my gaze, staring at the spot on the floor where I’d cuddled the bottle of tequila.
The tequila bottle was mysteriously absent. I hope it crawled back into whatever hole it was birthed from.
I’d tried to kiss him and he’d jerked back from me.
God, someone shoot me now.
I couldn’t look at him. Could not do it. Not even when he said my name.
“How are you feeling?” he asked when I didn’t answer.
Lifting one shoulder, I studied my purple toenail polish. “Like crud.”
“I have a cure for that.”
What? A semiautomatic weapon?
“We’re going to indulge in the official breakfast of champions for hangovers.”
Brows knitting, I lifted my head. He was grinning at me like I hadn’t gotten trashed the night before and tried to molest him. “What?”
“Waffle House.”
I stared at him, blinking slowly, and then I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat under the makeup I wore. “I don’t want to eat. I don’t even want to think about food.”
“You think that now, but trust me, the grease will do wonders for your stomach. I know. Have had a lot of practice at it.”
Shaking my head, I stood, now staring at the window. “I really think I just need to go back and take an eight-hour nap before I head into the bar tonight. And I think you need to leave. Not to be rude—”
“Don’t do this,” he said, and he was right beside me. I hadn’t even heard him move. “Don’t, Calla.”
My gaze shifted to his chest. How could he look good in the same damn shirt he’d slept in last night? I wanted to scream it wasn’t fair. “Don’t what?”
“Be embarrassed,” he said softly.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wrinkling my nose. “Easy for you to say.”
“Nothing’s easy for me to say. You have no reason to be embarrassed. You drank last night. You had fun, or at least you did up until you got sick—”
“Thanks for reminding me of that,” I groused.
“It’s common. Hell, do you know how many times I’ve found myself curled around a toilet swearing I’d never drink again? You don’t even want to know the horror stories I could share.”
But I bet he’d never tried to kiss a girl and gotten rejected, either.
“Calla, look at me.”
Hell to the no. “Like I said, I’m really tired and could really go for a nap.” Or a lobotomy. “So, if I could do that, it would be great.”
“Honey, don’t.” Two fingers curved around my chin, and there was no fighting when he lifted my gaze to his. I sucked in a breath, feeling a little dizzy again, and I wondered if there was still some tequila in my system. “You’re not going to listen to me, so this calls for drastic measures.”
I opened my mouth, but then Jax stepped back, dropping his fingers. Maybe a second passed and he dipped down. Before I could move or process what he was doing, he slipped one arm behind my knees and the other around my waist, and I was suddenly in the air, pressed against his chest.
“What the hell?” I shouted, grabbing on to his shoulders as he turned around. “What are you doing?”
Looking down at me, he took a deep breath. “When I was fourteen, I drank beer for the first time. Drank way too much at a buddy’s house and spent the entire night circling the toilet.”
I glanced around the bedroom. “Okay.”
“Did that so many times when I was kid, you’d think I’d learned my lesson,” he continued, watching me. “Then when I got back from overseas, some nights whiskey was all that got me to close my eyes for a few hours.”
My body stiffened even more. Whiskey. God, I hated whiskey, but I really wasn’t thinking about my mom. I couldn’t imagine the kind of things that kept him awake at night.
“Even when I came here, it was a whiskey and . . . well, anyway, the point is, I’ve spent many nights and days regretting what I did. But what you did last night and even though you feel like shit right now, you didn’t do a damn thing you need to regret.”
Deep in my chest, my heart clenched as our eyes locked. “What . . . what else did you do?”
Something flickered over his features, and he shook his head. “Let’s get going.”
I frowned at the abrupt change of topic. “Where?”
“Taking you to Waffle House.”
“You don’t have to carry me!”
He grinned down at me. “And you don’t have to shout.”
“Put me down!” I shouted again, making my own temples pound.
Ignoring me, he headed for the door and then stopped, backtracking to the kitchen. “Grab your keys and sunglasses. You’re going to need both.”
I glared at him and he grinned at me. “Jax, come on.”
He lowered his head, speaking in a low voice that caused my toes to curl. “Honey, you can argue and shout all you want, but I’m still going to carry your ass out to that truck, put you in it, and we’re going to Waffle House, and you will eat fried eggs, bacon, and a goddamn waffle.”
My eyes narrowed. God, he was freaking high-handed.
There was a sparkle to his deep brown eyes. “And maybe even a slice of apple pie, if you’re a good girl and you stop arguing with me.”
“I’ve never had apple pie,” I blurted out.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen, cradling me in his arms like I weighed nothing—and I most definitely weighed something—his mouth dropped open. “You’ve never had apple pie?”
“No.”
His brows rose. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Just never tried it.”
“That’s so . . . so un-American,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. “Are you a terrorist?”
“Dear God,” I muttered and started to wiggle to get free.
Jax tightened his arms. “Honey, you kill me. Really, you do. Never been drunk. Never been to the beach. Never had an apple pie? We’ve already scratched one of those things off, and we’re about to mark off another one.”
I figured this was not a good moment to share the fact that I’d never been to a Waffle House, either.
His grin was back, and there was something utterly disarming about it. “Stick with me, babe, and I’ll change your life.”
Katie’s words rushed over me. Your life is going to change. I stopped thinking, at least for a little while, and I stopped fighting. I reached over, grabbing my keys and my sunglasses. I slipped the latter on.
What Jax didn’t know was that he’d changed my life already, even if it was just a little bit, but what he did knowingly do was carry me out of the house, put me in his truck, and drive my ass to Waffle House.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Tequila adalah jus liar Iblis dan saya akan pernah mengambil bagian di dalamnya lagi.Hal paling kacau-up adalah bahwa orang-orang selalu mengklaim bahwa mereka tidak ingat apa yang mereka lakukan ketika mereka mabuk. Saya sebut kotoran banteng itu, karena aku ingat-oh Tuhan, aku bisa mengingat itu semua — di telaten, memalukan detail.Saya diberitahu Jax semua hal-hal yang belum pernah dilakukan, dan beberapa omong kosong itu hanya konyol. Seperti hal-hal yang mungkin membuatnya berpikir saya dibesarkan di tempat penampungan bom atau sesuatu.Kemudian saya telah meringkuk botol. Meringkuk itu. Seperti itu adalah anjing. Atau anak kucing. Apa pun. Sesuatu berbulu itu tidak sialan botol minuman keras.Saya juga telah menunjukkan dia Piala dan gambar saya semua gussied up seperti boneka bayi dan mengatakan padanya aku digunakan untuk menjadi cantik. Itu sendiri membuat saya ingin mendorong kepalaku di oven, tapi oh, sudah ada lebih.Saya juga telah mengatakan kepadanya tentang hal-hal ibu, yang terlalu mengerikan bahkan mengulangi.Dan saya juga telah mencoba untuk menciumnya.Aaand kemudian aku puked keberanian saya sementara Jax diadakan rambut saya dan mengusap punggung saya. Dia telah benar-benar menggosok-wow-punggung saya, dan saya pikir dia telah berbicara saya melalui itu. Aku tidak tahu apa yang dia katakan, tapi aku ingat suaranya, rendah dan menenangkan perut saya sempit dan menghela. Tetapi dia merasa bekas luka. Kulit saya tidak benar-benar bahkan pada punggung saya. Itu adalah kasar dan dibesarkan di beberapa daerah, dan aku tahu itu bisa dirasakan lewat kemeja.Setelah aku selesai melempar ke atas semua tequila dan apa yang tersisa dari kesombongan saya, saya telah berbaring di lantai kamar mandi, karena itu keren, halus, dan sempurna. Dia membiarkan aku tinggal di sana sementara dia menyambar handuk basah dan kemudian-oh Tuhan, bahkan lebih memalukan — ia menyeka di wajahku. Untuk melengkapi semua ini, dia telah mengambil saya setelah ia telah yakin saya tidak akan muntah kepadanya dan membawa saya ke tempat tidur, dimana dia dipaksa air dan dua ibuprofens ke tenggorokanku.Saya telah pingsan di sisi saya dengan Jax duduk di samping saya, menekan kaki Nya ke pinggul, dan ketika aku terbangun di beberapa titik selama pagi hari, merasa seperti saya telah terpukul oleh sebuah truk pemadam kebakaran yang penuh dengan panas, otot pemadam kebakaran, Jax masih ada.Ia telah telah mengulurkan belakangku, depan tubuhnya ditekan ke belakang saya, dan lengan telah berat pada pinggul. Jika saya tidak merasa seperti kepala saya akan membelah, aku mungkin menikmati bangun seperti itu. Sebaliknya, aku panik seperti saya hanya bangkrut tempat tidur orang yang salah.Saya telah melompat dari tempat tidur, secara harfiah, dan hampir makan lantai. Aku tidak tahu bagaimana aku menyambar pakaian segar dan membuat itu melalui kamar mandi, membasuh merefleksikan tequila yuck yang tampaknya telah mencurahkan darah melalui kulit, tanpa duduk di bak mandi dan menangis atas rasa sakit di belakang mata saya dan semua bodoh, bodoh yang saya akan melakukan dan mengatakan malam sebelumnya.JAX adalah terjaga ketika saya berjalan keluar dari kamar mandi, Semua bermata cerah dan lebat-tailed ketika ia berjalan ke kamar mandi dengan sikat gigi sendiri, yang ia telah tersimpan di sana setelah malam kedua tinggal di rumah ini.Ketika ia akan datang keluar, rambut lembab dari jelas memercikkan air atas wajah dan kepala, saya sedang duduk di sofa dan cepat mengalihkan pandangan, menatap pada titik di mana saya telah meringkuk botol Tequila lantai.Botol tequila adalah misterius absen. Saya berharap ini merangkak kembali ke apa pun lubang itu melahirkan dari.Saya sudah mencoba untuk menciumnya dan dia telah tersentak kembali dari saya.Allah, seseorang menembak me sekarang.Saya tidak bisa melihatnya. Tidak bisa melakukannya. Tidak bahkan ketika ia berkata nama saya."Bagaimana Anda rasakan?" tanyanya ketika aku tidak menjawab.Mengangkat bahu satu, saya belajar saya ungu kuku Polandia. "Seperti crud.""Aku punya obat untuk itu."Apa? Semi-otomatis senjata?"Kita akan menikmati sarapan resmi juara mabuk."Alis merajut, aku mengangkat kepala saya. Ia menyeringai padaku seperti aku tidak mendapatkan dibuang malam sebelumnya dan mencoba untuk menganiaya dirinya. "Apa?""Wafel rumah."Aku menatap dia, berkedip perlahan-lahan, dan kemudian aku melihat, merasakan panas pipi saya di bawah makeup saya mengenakan. "Saya tidak ingin untuk makan. Saya bahkan tidak ingin berpikir tentang makanan.""Anda berpikir bahwa sekarang, tapi percayalah, grease akan melakukan keajaiban untuk perut Anda. Saya tahu. Telah memiliki banyak latihan itu."Menggelengkan kepala, aku berdiri, sekarang menatap jendela. "Saya benar-benar berpikir aku hanya perlu untuk kembali dan mengambil tidur delapan jam sebelum aku kepala ke bar malam ini. Dan saya pikir Anda perlu meninggalkan. Untuk tidak kasar — ""Jangan lakukan ini," katanya, dan ia adalah tepat di samping saya. Aku bahkan tidak mendengar dia bergerak. "Tidak, Calla."Pandangan saya bergeser ke dada. Bagaimana bisa ia terlihat baik dalam baju sialan yang sama ia tidur di malam terakhir? Aku ingin menjerit itu tidak adil. "Tidak apa?""Menjadi malu," katanya lembut.Aku meremas saya menutup mata, mengernyitkan hidung saya. "Mudah bagi Anda untuk mengatakan.""Tidak ada mudah bagi saya untuk mengatakan. Anda tidak punya alasan untuk menjadi malu. Anda minum malam terakhir. Anda telah menyenangkan, atau setidaknya kau sampai Anda mendapat sakit — ""Terima kasih untuk mengingatkan saya tentang itu," saya groused."Itu umum. Neraka, Apakah Anda tahu berapa kali saya telah menemukan diriku meringkuk di toilet bersumpah aku tidak pernah minum lagi? Anda tidak bahkan ingin tahu aku bisa berbagi cerita-cerita horor."Tapi aku yakin dia tidak pernah mencoba untuk mencium seorang gadis dan mendapatkan ditolak, baik."Calla, lihat aku."Neraka kepada no. "Seperti saya katakan, aku benar-benar lelah dan bisa benar-benar pergi untuk tidur siang." Atau lobotomy. "Jadi, kalau aku bisa melakukan itu, itu akan menjadi besar.""Madu, tidak." Dua jari melengkung sekitar dagu saya, dan ada tidak melawan ketika ia mengangkat pandangan nya. Aku mengisap dalam napas, merasa sedikit pusing lagi, dan aku bertanya-tanya apakah masih ada beberapa tequila dalam sistem saya. "Anda tidak akan mendengar saya, sehingga ini panggilan untuk tindakan-tindakan drastis."Aku membuka mulut, tetapi kemudian Jax melangkah kembali, menjatuhkan jarinya. Mungkin kedua berlalu dan ia dicelupkan ke bawah. Sebelum aku bisa bergerak atau proses apa yang ia lakukan, ia menyelinap satu tangan di belakang lutut saya dan yang lain di sekitar pinggang, dan aku tiba-tiba di udara, ditekan dadanya."Apa sih?" Aku berteriak, menyambar pada bahunya sebagai dia berbalik. "Apa yang Anda lakukan?"Menatap ke bawah, ia mengambil napas dalam-dalam. "Ketika aku berusia empat belas tahun, aku minum bir untuk pertama kalinya. Minum terlalu banyak di rumah seorang teman dan menghabiskan sepanjang malam berputar-putar toilet."Aku melirik ke sekeliling kamar tidur. "Oke.""Melakukan itu supaya berkali-kali ketika saya masih anak-anak, Anda akan berpikir aku sudah belajar pelajaran saya," lanjutnya, menonton saya. "Kemudian ketika aku kembali dari luar negeri, beberapa wiski malam adalah semua yang saya untuk menutup mata selama beberapa jam."Tubuh saya kaku bahkan lebih. Wiski. Tuhan, aku benci wiski, tapi aku benar-benar tidak berpikir tentang ibuku. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan jenis hal-hal yang membuatnya terjaga di malam hari."Bahkan ketika saya datang ke sini, itu wiski dan... Yah, Pokoknya, intinya adalah, saya telah menghabiskan banyak malam dan hari-hari yang menyesali apa yang saya lakukan. Tapi apa yang Anda lakukan tadi malam dan walaupun Anda merasa seperti sampah sekarang, Anda tidak melakukan sialan Anda perlu menyesal."Dalam dadaku, hatiku mengepalkan sebagai mata kita terkunci. "Apa... apa yang kau lakukan?"Sesuatu yang berkedip-kedip di wajahnya, dan ia menggelengkan kepala. "Mari kita pergi."I frowned at the abrupt change of topic. “Where?”“Taking you to Waffle House.”“You don’t have to carry me!”He grinned down at me. “And you don’t have to shout.”“Put me down!” I shouted again, making my own temples pound.Ignoring me, he headed for the door and then stopped, backtracking to the kitchen. “Grab your keys and sunglasses. You’re going to need both.”I glared at him and he grinned at me. “Jax, come on.”He lowered his head, speaking in a low voice that caused my toes to curl. “Honey, you can argue and shout all you want, but I’m still going to carry your ass out to that truck, put you in it, and we’re going to Waffle House, and you will eat fried eggs, bacon, and a goddamn waffle.”My eyes narrowed. God, he was freaking high-handed.There was a sparkle to his deep brown eyes. “And maybe even a slice of apple pie, if you’re a good girl and you stop arguing with me.”“I’ve never had apple pie,” I blurted out.Standing in the middle of the kitchen, cradling me in his arms like I weighed nothing—and I most definitely weighed something—his mouth dropped open. “You’ve never had apple pie?”“No.”His brows rose. “Why?”“I don’t know. Just never tried it.”“That’s so . . . so un-American,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. “Are you a terrorist?”“Dear God,” I muttered and started to wiggle to get free.Jax tightened his arms. “Honey, you kill me. Really, you do. Never been drunk. Never been to the beach. Never had an apple pie? We’ve already scratched one of those things off, and we’re about to mark off another one.”I figured this was not a good moment to share the fact that I’d never been to a Waffle House, either.His grin was back, and there was something utterly disarming about it. “Stick with me, babe, and I’ll change your life.”Katie’s words rushed over me. Your life is going to change. I stopped thinking, at least for a little while, and I stopped fighting. I reached over, grabbing my keys and my sunglasses. I slipped the latter on.What Jax didn’t know was that he’d changed my life already, even if it was just a little bit, but what he did knowingly do was carry me out of the house, put me in his truck, and drive my ass to Waffle House.