Finding You (Chikalu Falls, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

Being able to take care of yourself and wanting someone to want to take care of you were two very different things.

“But you are my Joanna, aren’t you?” he said, his voice gravely with desire, searching my face for some answer.

I swear to god that man could incinerate every set of panties within a hundred-mile radius with that smile.

A loud, hard clank had my head whipping up and my eyes springing open to see Joanna in the mirror through the steam of the shower leaned against the sink, eyes wide, staring at me with my dick in my hands.

For a moment, I just stared at her, struck by her beauty. The moon illuminated her as she tipped her head up, eyes closed. She stood in total silence and raised her arms at her side, palms up. My Valkyrie.

“Lincoln,” my mother’s voice went quiet, “you carry the weight of the world around on those big shoulders of yours. I think sometimes you forget that you’re allowed to put the weight down.”

Joanna, my heart beats to the rhythm of yours and the best thing to ever happen to me was finding you. All my love, Lincoln