Page 40 of The Break Down

And I’m not ashamed of it.

Of the fact I’m human and I enjoy sex.

I want Koa so badly I can taste it.

But this is where it gets tricky.

See, I want him to want me back.

Not just in the shadows.

Not just when no one’s looking.

I want to matter.

Which isdangerous.

Because Koa is not the kind of man you fall for lightly.

He’s the kind of man who could destroy you.

And the worst part?

I'd probably thank him for it.

Lost in my thoughts I startle when there’s a knock at the side of the RV.

I jump, heart hammering, breath catching in my throat.

Because of course there’s a freaking knock right now when I’m thinking things I have no business thinking while the sun is still out.

I’m nervous.

There’s only one man who knocks like that.

I brace myself, tug my tank top down even though it’s not riding up, and open the door.

It’s him.

Koa.

Still sweaty from training, shirt clinging to his chest, tattoos glistening beneath the late afternoon sun, and eyes locked on me like I’m the last thing on earth he should want—but the only thing he can’t stop chasing.

“Hey,” I say, voice too casual, too high.

He doesn’t answer.

Just looks at me.

Long. Intense. Hungry.

I’m very aware that I’m rumpled.

Dressed in a pair of too-tight jean cutoffs with a flowery tank top and built in bra, but it offers the girls no support.

“We need to talk.”

I nod and step back to let him in, but he doesn’t move.

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