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Chapter Three

Jenna didn’t know if he was moving closer to her, or her to him, but suddenly their faces were mere inches apart. Jenna closed the gap and pressed her lips to his. He sat very still for a second, but not for long. He moved his lips expertly against hers. What started out as an investigation, turned into something more, as he pulled her closer to him, and he stroked the side of her face. She was used to Jax’s tongue-wrangling kisses, but Jack was more deliberate, but no less hot, as he explored her mouth. She loved the taste of him, like the wintergreen mint gum he’d been chewing. Suddenly, all she wanted to do was climb into his lap for a full-on make-out session. He moved his hands down the fabric of her thin robe, and she shivered at the touch. Was she going to do this? Was she going to jump into bed with her boss? Her front door buzzer cut through the moment, and Jenna and Jack sprang apart, as if they’d been caught on prom night by the adult chaperones.

“Pizza,” Jack said, sheepishly, his face turning red. “I’ll get it.” He stood up and Jenna moved her legs so he could get by, and she thought his bashful blush was kind of sexy. She was so used to Jax’s over-the-top, in-your-face sex appeal that she kind of liked Jack’s subdued, shy guy vibe. He was different, but not in a bad way. She touched her finger to her lips that still felt hot from his kiss. Definitely not in a bad way.

He came back with the steaming pizza box and Jenna suddenly realized she was famished. He opened the box and she snatched a slice, eagerly digging in.

Jenna swallowed her first bite. “Thank you for the pizza. It’s amazing!”

“No problem.”

The pizza settled into Jenna’s belly and she started to feel less drunk and less out of control. She was sobering up a bit, but wondered if that meant she’d soon be saying goodbye to Jack. She didn’t want him to leave.

“So, how do you get over Miranda?” she asked him.

“You know the funny thing about relationship addictions?” Jack said, as he took another slice of pizza from the box. “You can decide not to be addicted anymore. It’s just that simple. So, I decided I wasn’t addicted to Miranda anymore, and—poof!—I wasn’t.”

“Decide? It was that easy?” Jenna scoffed, unable to believe it.

“It wasn’t exactly easy, but it was all about deciding. I know it seems like this Jax bloke has your number, but he doesn’t, lass. That’s all in yer head.”

She felt skeptical: how could that possibly be? Whenever she was with Jax, she felt so out of control, so decidedly not in any position to decide anything, especially when her clothes came off. How could she just decide not to be affected by him? It was like asking the moon not to be affected by earth’s gravity.

“I don’t know if it’s that simple.”

Jack grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his lips. “I know it doesn’t seem so, but in my experience people only have power over you if you let them.”

It’s what Maddie had basically said, too. Could they both be right?

Suddenly, Jenna didn’t feel like talking about Jax anymore. She wanted to talk about Jack. She didn’t know about just deciding to be over Jax, but she could sure forget about him for a while with Jack around.