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✨ EXCERPT: FIGHT ME, BREAK ME by @authorkimberlyknight & @rachellynadams releasing May 4th!
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Keaton stepped in barefoot, his sweatpants low on his hips, his hair tied back. When he stopped, his attention flicked from my hands to my face, then down to my chest, to the inkwork spread across it, where there was a large anatomical heart pierced with crossed swords he’d never seen before. His stare dropped, not to my hands or the sink, but lower. For a beat, his focus held there before he dragged it back up and pretended he hadn’t been checking me out.
“Can I help you?”
“I need something.”
“All right,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
His attention shifted to the door behind him, then back to me. “You should lock this door when you’re in here.”
“So you don’t accidentally walk in on me while I’m naked?” I asked.
His stare sharpened. “Exactly.”
“You could also knock.”
“Or you can just lock the fuckin’ door.”
“The lock goes both ways.” I’d assumed he had a lock on his side of the door so he could have privacy in his bedroom like I had on my side.
“I lock that shit every time.”
We held stares in the mirror too long for two guys who were supposed to hate each other. Then his heated gaze lowered to my mouth, before snapping back up.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me.”
“Tell me to look away then.”
I should’ve told him to, and I should’ve meant it, but what we once were hit me square in the chest. “No. If you’re going to look, own it.”
He watched me in the mirror, then glanced at my bare chest again. His gaze lingered a second too long before he forced his eyes back up. “Remember to lock the door next time.”
“Or what?”
His focus moved to my mouth like he remembered kissing me. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.
“Or I’m worried you’ll say something stupid, and I’ll do something even worse.”
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