Avery:
The shrill blare of my alarm cracked through the quiet like a whip. My eyes flew open, and for a split second, I panicked—half expecting to wake up alone. But then I felt it: the weight of Cruz’s arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
I smiled into the pillow.
Still here.
I reached behind me and slapped at my phone until the alarm shut off. Cruz grumbled something low and unintelligible against my shoulder before rolling onto his back with a grunt. I peeled away gently, feeling the chill of the morning air kiss my skin where his warmth had been.
“I’ve gotta get ready,” I murmured, sitting up.
He didn’t say anything. Just watched me from the bed, eyes half-lidded, lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones. He looked too damn good for someon
