Unraveled (Holding On Book 3) by Meg Jolie Read Free Book Online

go by without seeing Jesse. Or being with Jesse.
    She and Jesse had a long, tangled history. He was the guy she’d given her virginity to when she was barely fifteen. Since that night forward, edging on close to a decade ago, she’d had a hard time staying away from him. A part of her would never forgive him for taking it and then walking away. Over the years, she’d done her best to make him pay…to make him regret it. It had taken her a long time to admit to herself that while she had worked so hard to get him to fall for her, only so that she could be the one to leave him…Well, somehow she’d managed to fall for him too.
    But she hadn’t been able to admit it in time. So he’d moved on…with Betsy.
    And Carly had moved on with Nolan…had gotten engaged to Nolan. She had pushed Jesse out of her head, if not out of her heart.
    Now Betsy was long gone, as far as Carly knew. And so was Nolan.
    She groaned again and pushed the forming thought away. She and Jesse? They had always been nothing more than just another disaster waiting to happen.
    With a grimace, she flung the covers off. As much as she’d like to sleep her grogginess away, she had things to do. Visiting hours at the hospital would be starting soon. She was going to have to face her parents. She was also going to have to give some serious thought to her predicament at school.
    She rolled out of bed, very much aware that she was naked and not entirely sure why. Nor was she willing to hazard a guess at that point. A quick glance around Jesse’s tidy room let her know that her clothes weren’t present.
    “What the hell …?” she muttered under her breath.
    She quickly made her way over to Jesse’s dresser. She tugged out a pair of boxers from his top drawer and pulled them on. A quick foray into the second drawer provided her with a t-shirt , just as she knew it would. She was nearly as familiar with Jesse’s dresser as she was with her own. She tugged the t-shirt on.
    Time to go face whatever mess I managed to get myself into , she thought.
    As she pulled the bedroom door open, she heard the obvious noises of Jesse banging around in the kitchen. The scent of coffee assaulted her. She cringed and made her way down the short hallway.
    A surge of relief flooded over her when she spotted the couch through the open doorframe. A pillow was at one end and blankets hung haphazardly over the side.
    “Hey…” Carly said as she shuffled into the kitchen.
    Jesse turned to her, an unreadable look on his face. “Hey, yourself.” He turned back around, giving his attention to the pot of coffee. He refilled his cup. Over his shoulder he said, “I’d offer you some but…”
    “Ugh, no,” Carly said with a groan. “No thank you.” She hated coffee . When she had been drinking, the simple smell of it made her stomach roll over, as it was doing now. She trudged across Jesse’s kitchen and took a seat at the table. Her brain felt as though it were rolling around inside of her head, banging against the walls of her skull. She placed her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands.
    A few moments later Jesse said, “Here take these.” He handed her two small , white pills and a huge glass of orange juice.
    “Thanks,” she said, taking them from him.
    Her eyes drifted over him as he walked away. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants. They hung low on his hips. At the moment, he was shirtless. His well-defined shoulder muscles seemed to be taunting her. She thought he really could have put a shirt on. Then again, it was his house, his kitchen. Of course he was going to walk around in whatever he cared to wear.
    “Let me just grab a shirt and then I’ll g et you some toast.” It was as if he’d read her thoughts.
    “No, you don’t have to do that. I should just—”
    He waved a hand at her, cutting her off. “You should eat. It’ll only take a few minutes.” He disappeared briefly from the kitchen.
    As Carly sat there, she couldn’t decide