Finding You (Chikalu Falls, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

We needed to have a serious talk about whether or not he was going to pursue Jo—because if he wasn’t, game on. In

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. My Joanna.

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.

“It used to say, ‘Nothing you could ever do.’ Once, I had talked to Dad about some of the shit I had gotten into overseas. Nothing really specific, but he knew it was hard on me, on all of us. He once told me, ‘Nothing you could ever do would make me love you any less.’

I may not be able to have her forever, but I could pretend tonight that I could.

She loved all of me and I had pushed her away—not because I was protecting her, but because I was protecting myself.