My gaze rose to his. “Yeah, I guess

My gaze rose to his. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, the guy was a dick, but he—”
“You’re fucking serious?” His eyes were so dark I wondered how they changed color like that. “You have no reason to apologize for that fucking asshole.”
“It’s my first night and you had to kick someone out.”
“I don’t care if it was your first night or your tenth night, someone acts like that, then they’re out. No second chances.” He was staring down at me, and the look in his eyes was so intense it was like he could see right through me.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“What?” His eyes widened as his hand slipped up to my elbow. “Why in the hell would I be mad at you, Calla?”
I shook my head. Thinking about it, it did sound like a stupid question.
His eyes narrowed. “You can’t be serious.”
Suddenly, desperation to be out of this room, or at least change the subject, washed over me with the force of a tidal wave. “He said something about trouble—Mack did. Was he talking about Mom?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
I thought it did. “Then why am I back here?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
The words repeated themselves through my head. He wanted to make sure I was okay and that . . . that was sweet.
“You did nothing wrong out there,” Jax went on as he squeezed my arm gently, reassuringly. “I’m pissed because that was utter bullshit.”
“Yeah, well, it was, but . . .”
He cocked his head to the side. “But what?”
Warmth crept into my face, and I took a step back, going as far as I could with his hand around my elbow.
“What, Calla?” He reclaimed the space, the tips of his boots brushing my toes.
I took another step back, and I was against the wall, back flush with it, and he was still right in front of me. The entire length of my body shimmered with awareness. I started to look away, to turn my head.
Like the night before, two fingers curled around my chin, forcing my face straight on with his, and it was with his head lowered near mine. And his mouth . . . it was inches from mine.
“You don’t believe what he said, do you?” His voice was deceptively low, soft.
My throat dried.
He let go of my arm and pressed his hand against the wall, beside my head, keeping the other one at my chin. “I can’t believe this shit.”
I blinked. “It’s not like I have a low self-esteem. I just believe in reality—like I’m Realistic Rachel.”
“Realistic Rachel?” His brows knitted as he mouthed the words again silently.
“Yeah,” I breathed. What I was about to say was true. “I know what people see when they look at me. Most people don’t say anything because they’re not jerks, but I know what they see. It’s been that way since I was ten years old. And there’s no changing that.”
Jax stared at me, his full lips slightly parted. “What do they see, Calla?”
“Do I really need to spell that out?” I shot back, irritated and frustrated and about a thousand other things. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”
His eyes searched mine. “Yeah, it is obvious.”
Even though that’s what I’d been saying this whole time, hearing him agree still felt like a punch to the boob. I wanted to look away, but he wasn’t allowing it. “I think I need to get back out—”
His mouth landed on mine.
Oh my lawd . . .
There was no warning, nothing that would’ve given away what he’d been about to do. One second I was talking, and then the next, his warm mouth was on mine. Jax kissed me.

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Pandangan saya naik Nya. "Ya, saya kira. Maksudku, orang itu dick, tetapi dia — ""Anda sedang fucking serius?" Matanya begitu gelap aku bertanya-tanya bagaimana mereka berubah warna seperti itu. "Anda tidak punya alasan untuk meminta maaf untuk itu sialan bajingan.""Ini adalah malam pertama saya dan Anda harus menendang seseorang keluar.""Saya tidak peduli jika itu adalah malam pertama atau kesepuluh malam, seseorang bertindak seperti itu, kemudian mereka keluar. Tidak ada kesempatan kedua." Ia menatap pada saya, dan pandangan matanya yang begitu intens itu seperti ia bisa melihat benar melalui saya."Kau tidak marah padaku?""Apa?" Matanya melebar sebagai tangannya tergelincir ke siku. "Mengapa di neraka aku harus marah pada Anda, Calla?"Saya menganggukkan kepala. Berpikir tentang itu, Apakah terdengar seperti pertanyaan yang bodoh.Matanya mempersempit. "Anda tidak dapat serius."Tiba-tiba, putus asa untuk keluar dari ini Kamar, atau setidaknya mengubah subjek, dicuci lebih dari saya dengan kekuatan gelombang pasang. "Ia mengatakan sesuatu tentang masalah — apakah Mack. Apakah dia berbicara tentang ibu?""Itu tidak masalah sekarang."Saya pikir itu. "Maka mengapa aku kembali ke sini?""Saya ingin memastikan Anda baik-baik saja."Kata-kata mengulangi diri melalui kepalaku. Dia ingin memastikan bahwa aku merasa baik-baik saja dan bahwa... yang manis."Anda tidak salah luar sana," Jax pergi pada saat ia diperas lenganku lembut, meyakinkan. "Saya marah karena itu mengucapkan omong kosong.""Ya, Yah, itu adalah, tapi..."He cocked his head to the side. “But what?”Warmth crept into my face, and I took a step back, going as far as I could with his hand around my elbow.“What, Calla?” He reclaimed the space, the tips of his boots brushing my toes.I took another step back, and I was against the wall, back flush with it, and he was still right in front of me. The entire length of my body shimmered with awareness. I started to look away, to turn my head.Like the night before, two fingers curled around my chin, forcing my face straight on with his, and it was with his head lowered near mine. And his mouth . . . it was inches from mine.“You don’t believe what he said, do you?” His voice was deceptively low, soft.My throat dried.He let go of my arm and pressed his hand against the wall, beside my head, keeping the other one at my chin. “I can’t believe this shit.”I blinked. “It’s not like I have a low self-esteem. I just believe in reality—like I’m Realistic Rachel.”“Realistic Rachel?” His brows knitted as he mouthed the words again silently.“Yeah,” I breathed. What I was about to say was true. “I know what people see when they look at me. Most people don’t say anything because they’re not jerks, but I know what they see. It’s been that way since I was ten years old. And there’s no changing that.”Jax stared at me, his full lips slightly parted. “What do they see, Calla?”“Do I really need to spell that out?” I shot back, irritated and frustrated and about a thousand other things. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”His eyes searched mine. “Yeah, it is obvious.”Even though that’s what I’d been saying this whole time, hearing him agree still felt like a punch to the boob. I wanted to look away, but he wasn’t allowing it. “I think I need to get back out—”His mouth landed on mine.Oh my lawd . . .There was no warning, nothing that would’ve given away what he’d been about to do. One second I was talking, and then the next, his warm mouth was on mine. Jax kissed me.