Well, things weren’t warm and fuzzy

Well, things weren’t warm and fuzzy when I lived with Mom, and shit had obviously gotten hairy a time or two.
“Actually, you know . . . I think I can help you knock off a few of those other things on your list,” he continued, and that lopsided grin spread into a full smile that could stop hearts.
I wasn’t really listening to him, because I was staring at him as that knot moved from my chest to my throat, and it was most definitely wet and messy. Jax was more than just a hottie to end all hotties. He was nice—nicer than Jase, probably even Cam and even Brandon.
He said I was safe with him.
And he said I was really fucking pretty.
I sprang up and toward him. Didn’t even stop to think about what I was doing, but I was up on my feet, and less than a second later, I was throwing my arms around Jax’s neck.
My sudden movement caught him off guard and he stumbled back a step before he steadied himself. A moment passed, and then his arms circled me, folding around my back.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice muffled against his chest—his really hard chest. “I know you said not to thank you, but thank you.”
He didn’t respond right off. Instead, one arm loosened and his hand trailed up my spine, tangling in the ends of my hair. A rush of shivers followed that hand, and those shivers spread out through my arms, to the tips of my fingers and down to my toes, and everywhere in-between, especially the in-between part.
God, his chest was really hard.
I lifted my face off said chest and then raised my lashes. Jax was staring down at me, a soft smile curved on his lips. His other hand shifted off my lower back, and smoothed its way to my hip, and great googley moogley, that felt good. So good I didn’t even take into consideration what he might’ve been able to feel through my shirt and tank top.
Tequila was fucking awesome.
His warm chocolate gaze drifted over my face as his hand tightened on my hip, which caused lots of my muscles to go squishy. “I’m glad you came home, Calla.”
My heart stopped. The freaking world stopped. “Really?” I heard myself say.
“Really,” he replied.
Okay. I didn’t care if it was the tequila making me hear things, and I didn’t care that my entire chest was turning to mush, and if that made me dumb or not, and I didn’t care that I was about to do something I’d never done before, or that the room was spinning slowly like we were on a merry-go-round.
I stretched up on my toes as I lowered my hands to his shoulders and I went for his mouth. I was going to kiss him. I’d never tried to kiss a guy before, but I was going to do it now. I was going for a home run of my lips against his wonderful lips, because he said I was safe, and that he was glad I came home, and that I was really fucking—
Jax jerked his head back. Actually his entire body jerked back, and my mouth didn’t land on his, but more or less skated off his chin and down his neck. Since my mouth was open, I got a good taste of his skin.
Wowzers, his skin tasted good.
Who knew?
He sidestepped the coffee table, putting space between us. Without him being there, I toppled forward. His hands curled around my upper arms, stopping my fall and . . . and keeping me an arm’s length away.
Confused, I stared at him. His eyes were wide again, all laziness and warmth gone from them. Uh oh. This wasn’t good.
“Calla,” he began softly, too gently. Like way too gently.
Oh no. This was so bad.
“Honey, that’s . . .”
My heart started pounding violently, drowning out whatever Jax was saying. This was like fucked-up bad. As in the kind of bad one did not live down. I tried to kiss Jax, beautiful and charming and so fucking nice Jax.
I actually tried to kiss him?
Oh my God . . . tequila sucked butt.
“. . . I said you were safe with me.” His voice was deeper, lower when I tuned back in to whatever the hell he was talking about. “I wasn’t lying.”
What the hell did that have to do with the price of tea in China? Or the tequila that had suddenly turned on me like a crackhead with a rusty spork? I tried to kiss him and he had jerked back from me, physically removed himself from my mouth.
Holy shit balls.
The messy and wet ball was back, this time in my stomach and my chest, but it was mingling with something else that was vile, and quickly rising.
Oh no.
I lurched back, tearing myself from his grasp. “Oh my God,” I gasped out. “I can’t believe I tried . . .” I swallowed a hiccup, a bad hiccup. “Oh wow.”
“It’s okay. Why don’t we sit down?” he offered, taking a step toward me.
Another hiccup. “Tequila is a dirty whore.”
Jax frowned, brows coming down. “Calla—”
Spinning around, I darted for the bedroom. I could feel it. The mess was almost there. I stumbled around the bed, my feet slipping as I hit the bathroom door, slamming my hands into it. The door cracked off the wall, no doubt denting the plaster.
I hit the floor on my knees in front of the toilet—oh God, was this toilet even clean? Too late. I grasped the sides as my stomach heaved and rolled, bringing up everything and anything. Tequila fucking sucked.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Yah, hal-hal tidak hangat dan kabur ketika aku tinggal bersama ibu, dan kotoran jelas sudah berbulu waktu atau dua."Sebenarnya, Anda tahu... Saya pikir saya dapat membantu Anda knock off beberapa hal-hal lain pada daftar Anda,"lanjutnya, dan senyum yang miring menyebar ke penuh senyum yang bisa menghentikan hati.Aku tidak benar-benar mendengarkan dia, karena aku sedang menatap dia sebagai simpul yang pindah dari dada saya ke tenggorokan saya, dan itu pasti basah dan berantakan. JAX adalah lebih dari sekedar seorang cowok keren untuk mengakhiri semua hotties. Dia adalah bagus — lebih bagus daripada Jase, mungkin bahkan Cam dan bahkan Brandon.Dia bilang aku aman bersamanya.Dan dia bilang aku benar-benar sedang meniduri cukup.Aku melompat atas dan ke arahnya. Tidak bahkan berhenti untuk berpikir tentang apa yang saya lakukan, tapi aku sudah bangun di kakiku, dan kurang dari satu detik kemudian, saya lempar tangan saya di sekitar Jax di leher.Saya tiba-tiba gerakan menangkap lengah dan ia tersandung kembali langkah sebelum dia steadied dirinya. Sesaat berlalu, dan kemudian mengitari lengannya saya, lipat di sekitar punggung saya."Terima kasih," Aku berkata, suaraku teredam dadanya — dadanya yang benar-benar keras. "Aku tahu kau bilang tidak untuk terima kasih, tapi terima kasih."Dia tidak merespon segera. Sebaliknya, satu lengan melonggarkan dan tangannya membuntuti tulang belakang saya, kekusutan di ujung rambut saya. Serbuan menggigil diikuti bahwa tangan, dan orang-orang menggigil menyebar melalui lengan saya, ke ujung jari-jari saya dan turun ke jari kaki saya, dan di mana-mana antara, terutama bagian antara.God, his chest was really hard.I lifted my face off said chest and then raised my lashes. Jax was staring down at me, a soft smile curved on his lips. His other hand shifted off my lower back, and smoothed its way to my hip, and great googley moogley, that felt good. So good I didn’t even take into consideration what he might’ve been able to feel through my shirt and tank top.Tequila was fucking awesome.His warm chocolate gaze drifted over my face as his hand tightened on my hip, which caused lots of my muscles to go squishy. “I’m glad you came home, Calla.”My heart stopped. The freaking world stopped. “Really?” I heard myself say.“Really,” he replied.Okay. I didn’t care if it was the tequila making me hear things, and I didn’t care that my entire chest was turning to mush, and if that made me dumb or not, and I didn’t care that I was about to do something I’d never done before, or that the room was spinning slowly like we were on a merry-go-round.I stretched up on my toes as I lowered my hands to his shoulders and I went for his mouth. I was going to kiss him. I’d never tried to kiss a guy before, but I was going to do it now. I was going for a home run of my lips against his wonderful lips, because he said I was safe, and that he was glad I came home, and that I was really fucking—Jax jerked his head back. Actually his entire body jerked back, and my mouth didn’t land on his, but more or less skated off his chin and down his neck. Since my mouth was open, I got a good taste of his skin.Wowzers, his skin tasted good.Who knew?He sidestepped the coffee table, putting space between us. Without him being there, I toppled forward. His hands curled around my upper arms, stopping my fall and . . . and keeping me an arm’s length away.Confused, I stared at him. His eyes were wide again, all laziness and warmth gone from them. Uh oh. This wasn’t good.“Calla,” he began softly, too gently. Like way too gently.Oh no. This was so bad.“Honey, that’s . . .”My heart started pounding violently, drowning out whatever Jax was saying. This was like fucked-up bad. As in the kind of bad one did not live down. I tried to kiss Jax, beautiful and charming and so fucking nice Jax.I actually tried to kiss him?Oh my God . . . tequila sucked butt.“. . . I said you were safe with me.” His voice was deeper, lower when I tuned back in to whatever the hell he was talking about. “I wasn’t lying.”What the hell did that have to do with the price of tea in China? Or the tequila that had suddenly turned on me like a crackhead with a rusty spork? I tried to kiss him and he had jerked back from me, physically removed himself from my mouth.Holy shit balls.The messy and wet ball was back, this time in my stomach and my chest, but it was mingling with something else that was vile, and quickly rising.Oh no.I lurched back, tearing myself from his grasp. “Oh my God,” I gasped out. “I can’t believe I tried . . .” I swallowed a hiccup, a bad hiccup. “Oh wow.”“It’s okay. Why don’t we sit down?” he offered, taking a step toward me.Another hiccup. “Tequila is a dirty whore.”Jax frowned, brows coming down. “Calla—”Spinning around, I darted for the bedroom. I could feel it. The mess was almost there. I stumbled around the bed, my feet slipping as I hit the bathroom door, slamming my hands into it. The door cracked off the wall, no doubt denting the plaster.I hit the floor on my knees in front of the toilet—oh God, was this toilet even clean? Too late. I grasped the sides as my stomach heaved and rolled, bringing up everything and anything. Tequila fucking sucked.