Cruz:
The room was still dark when I cracked the door open, moonlight spilling in over her bare shoulder. She was curled up, her body turned toward the dent I’d left in the couch, her fingers twitching like she was reaching for me even in her sleep. That s**t did something to me. Something violent. Something that made my chest ache like it had been split down the middle.
I stood there longer than I should’ve. Watching. Breathing her in. That faint perfume she always wore, soft and feminine, still lingered on my skin. The scent had clung to my jacket, the one now slung over the chair like I had every intention of staying.
But I wasn’t staying.
Not because I didn’t want to. I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sink into her heat again. To lose myself in the curve of her
