The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

I placed my hand on his, where it clutched the railing. His gaze widened in surprise, I guessed because I’d never initiated anything close to it. He stared at it, as if fascinated. I was one shade lighter than him, and it reminded me of the imagery I’d thought of earlier, of the sun and the moon.

I, uh, don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.” He shrugged sheepishly. “What sort of thing?” I asked, cocking my head. “At feeling someone’s sadness like it belonged to me, too.”

I only had so much patience, and there would come a time—very soon—when I’d make sure she never tried to leave again. When she wouldn’t even think about doing it.

ermmm WHAT

Her jealousy eased something inside me, a glimmer of hope that this consuming, relentless hunger I felt was reciprocated.

“I just met you and I already feel like I’m losing my mind,” she whispered.

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

he is so silly

An hour and a half passed before I found myself standing in front of her shithole apartment, key in hand.

okay breaking and entering bc youre obsessed w your girl

"She’s perfect. She’s everything," I admitted.

She’s the one,"

wondering how this golden boy in front of me felt more like home every time I saw him.

I knew better than most that gashes in the heart needed to be treated with care.

He just seemed so genuinely interested in everything that came out of my mouth. No one had ever looked at me and really wanted to see more.

I felt drunk under her attention. I wanted her to obsess over me, to think about me every second. Like I did her.

Eventually, her breaths evened, and she fell asleep. And I stayed up all night, not wanting to miss a second of the first time she ever slept in my bed.

“If you touch me again, I will stab you with this fork,” I murmured.

hehe

"Delusional, huh?" he murmured, his voice rough and low. "You think I'm delusional for seeing how amazing you are? How special and strong and beautiful?"

I realized with a start that I was falling in love with him.

It was like the petals of a flower unfolding, revealing a beauty that had been hidden away, like the universe had opened up and allowed me to finally see what I’d been missing all these years. Lincoln felt like he could be the missing piece to my puzzle, the one I didn't know I needed until he was right in front of me.

She was my salvation, the one person who could make me feel alive again.

it means you’re only ever going to belong to me.”

!!!!

"There’s no one else?" she suddenly whispered, her gaze darting away. I grabbed her chin, forcing Monroe to look at me. "How can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?" I told her.

She was mine. And I was hers.

“Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever told her.

A transfixed, awestruck glow that told me I’d caught her. She was so in love with me.

I was going to give this girl everything.

Clouds overhead were a dark, brooding gray, and I could feel the weight of them pressing down on me. It was as if the sky was mourning with me, mourning for all the lost loved ones who were buried beneath the ground.

I stayed there, just watching him. Thinking that some soulmates are born to find each other. But others are ruined.

I wanted his pain, wanted to take it from him, wrap him up in my love. I couldn’t say the words to him. But I could show him.

She was the most exquisite thing I’d ever seen in my life.

But as I stared into those starry eyes of hers, I knew I could tell her. I could show her my scars.

"He took me to all of my practices and games after that—going against my father for the first time in his life. Tyler was my biggest fan and supporter, told me he saw something in me. Thought I could really be something someday." My words caught in my throat. I tried to breathe through the pain. "He believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself."

“I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.”

I’d never been loved before. Not by anyone. And certainly never by someone who knew that the hardest part of a love story was when your own heart was breaking. Living for someone was the most unselfish thing you could do.

“I just want you to be able to get what you need, Monroe. I just want to take care of you. I feel like it’s my life’s purpose.”

She was mine. Only mine. I couldn't take the thought of anyone else touching her.

It was kind of fun being completely crazy.

tehee

Without wasting a moment, I punched him in the face,

YAY

From the instant our eyes locked, I knew she was mine. And she’d always be mine.

“You kill me when you cry,” he murmured, rubbing my back.

Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.

I settled back in my seat and turned on Fixer Upper. Wondering why crazy felt so good.

I felt the same relief. The same terrifying, spinning relief that you could only feel if your soul was living in another person.

“I missed you,” he murmured, an ache in his voice like he’d been suffering. And I only nodded and thought… Me too.

“Can I have a minute?” I snapped petulantly, even though I was just going to wash my face. “Mmh, that would be a no.”

“I’m going to make something very clear right now, Monroe. Teach you something you won’t forget…” "You are mine."

"I’m not yours," I whispered, and he paused. "You want to say that again?" "I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone." "We'll see about that," he finally snarled

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he panted

Falling in love with her had been the scariest thing I’d ever done. Knowing that someone existed on the earth that you would do anything for…die for…cut yourself open and bleed out for…it was a heavy, life-altering feeling.

I loved her. I loved her so much it hurt. Like she’d torn out a piece of my heart and put it in her chest instead, and now I was dependent on her even to breathe.

Monroe eyed me warily, and it only made my grin wider about what I was about to do. I pointed right at her…and then I made a fucking heart sign with my hands as I stared. The crowd went fucking wild, people starting to point at her.