“You may be the Breakers, but you will not break me,” I say, my nostrils flaring as I echo Sia’s words. It’s a warning as much as it is the truth. I love him, but no matter how talented a dancer, a kisser, I won’t let him break me. I will not let them break me. Not now. Not ever. Because I won’t survive it again. Zayn nods, his expression beaten, sad almost. “What if I told you that I don’t want to?”
