The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

The picture that came in then, it was life changing. Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture.

“Alright, dream girl. I’ll give you tonight. But you and me…its fucking real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. And sooner or later, you’re going to realize it too.”

“I would put you in my pocket if I could, baby. Keep you with me always.”

“When something feels this fucking good, you don’t fight it. You just follow it to the ends of the earth, no matter where it takes you.” “I’m scared,” I admitted, and he nodded. “I’ll show you how good it can be. Until you’re not scared anymore. Until trusting me is as easy as breathing.”

“You think you don’t have a claim on me?” he finally growled, breaking the sex-fueled silence. “You think it’s possible for anyone else to exist now that I’ve found you?”

“When did you—?” My words trailed off…because, really, what did you say about a dick tattoo of your name?

"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?"

“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.

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

“Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”

His words did something to me, rewired something in my brain, like they’d given me permission to accept the crazy, accept the darkness, accept that this went against what society–and my mother–had warned me about. Accept that I couldn’t live without it.

“From the moment I saw you, it was like a bolt of lightning hit me, like all the stars had rearranged themselves and taken every single wish anyone had ever thrown at them…and combined them all to give me my perfect dream. The one girl made just for me.”