Avery:
I didn’t even remember locking the front door.
I barely remembered peeling myself out of my car and stumbling into the house.
All I could feel was the warmth of his hoodie around me.
His scent — leather, spice, dark vanilla — sinking into my skin like a drug.
I could focus on was how heavy his hoodie felt around me.
How comforting.
How dangerous.
I should have been terrified.
I should have been running the opposite way from a man like Cruz De La Rosa.
I kicked off my shoes and padded back to my room, dazed.
I shook my head hard.
Don’t think about it.
Don't think about him outside your window.
Don’t think about how right it had felt when he touched you tonight.
I crawled into bed, still wearing his boxer briefs, his soft black shirt, and that damn hoodie, pulling the c
