Nova 05 Ruin Me by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online

But I slam to a halt when a Jeep Wrangler pulls up to the curb in front of the complex. I try not to grin as Jax Hensley leans over and opens the passenger door. Grinning will only make this thing between us more complicated, make our arrangement mean more than it is. And the last thing I need in my life is another side-blinding complication.
     
    Jax is a year and a half younger than me, although you would never guess it. Not only is he extremely responsible—one of the things that drew me to him—but he looks older too. With brown hair, hazel eyes surrounded by dark eyelashes, and full lips that I always find myself biting whenever we’re making out, he drips adorable sexiness.
     
    “What are you doing here?” I approach the vehicle but don’t get in. I haven’t heard from him since the night he got a call from his mom. He’d sent me a text, telling me stuff went okay. He was pretty vague, but I didn’t have time to analyze it since I worked the nightshift on Saturday. “I thought we only met up on Fridays.”
     
    “I know, but I want to pick up some stuff from the store and knew it was your last class today, so I thought, what the hell. I might as well pick her up.” He dazzles me with a charming grin, the same grin that got me into this whole mess to begin with.
     
    The day I met him, I was a hot mess—late for class, wearing my scrubs with no makeup on. I smelled like someone who hadn’t taken a shower in four days and looked like I was riding on only three hours of sleep, which was exactly what had happened.
     
    As I was sprinting to make it to class on time, I’d sprinted around the corner of the building and slammed into Jax. My books flew everywhere, and I just about started to cry due to exhaustion.
     
    I clumsily bent over to grab my books and he crouched down to help me.
     
    “Hey, I know you, right?” he asked as he handed me my Chemistry book.
     
    I glanced up to a pair of hazel eyes studying me so intensely that I wanted to hunker down and hide.
     
    “I don’t think so.” I grabbed the book from him and hurried down the hallway to class.
     
    He followed me.
     
    “What are you doing?” I hugged the book to my chest as I rushed passed people with him striding along right beside me.
     
    “Going to class.” He seemed amused and not at all bothered by my attire. In fact, I caught him checking me out once or twice. “That is what people generally do at college.”
     
    I stopped in front of the door of my English class, and he halted with me.
     
    “But you’re not in this class,” I pointed out.
     
    “Aren’t I?” he quipped. “Funny, I thought I was.”
     
    When I gaped at him, he laughed, this full belly, crinkling-around-the-corner-of-the eyes laugh. It was probably the most beautiful sound I’d heard in a long time. Such freedom to his laughter and I envied him because of it.
     
    “I usually sit in the back, so you probably haven’t noticed me.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Jax Hensley.”
     
    I shook his offered hand. “Clara McKiney.”
     
    “It’s nice to meet you, Clara McKiney.” He gave my outfit a once over. “Cute scrubs, by the way.” His lips twitched with amusement then he swung around me and walked into class.
     
    It seemed like I should have been insulted—scrubs aren’t cute and I looked like crap—but for some reason, I felt flattered enough to smile. After that, I started noticing Jax a lot. We quickly became friends and stayed that way for about six months.
     
    We were tipsy the first time we fooled around, but not enough to blame what happened on the alcohol. I told myself the next morning it was a one-time thing, but then the next weekend came. We were at a party, laughing and drinking. Then we were suddenly sneaking back to one of the bedrooms and ripping off each other’s clothes. The third time happened in the backseat of his Jeep, parked out in the parking lot of my apartment. I’d realized that night that, if this thing