Avery:
His hand wrapped around my wrist like a vice, pulling me from the bar stool before I could even say goodbye to the guy who’d sat too close for too long. I barely caught my breath before we were outside, the cold night air cutting through the buzz in my veins. Cruz didn't say a word. He just stalked toward his bike, jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle ticking at the side of his face.
"Get on," he barked.
I hesitated for a heartbeat, but one look into his eyes—wild, dark, seething—told me not to push it. I swung my leg over and settled behind him. The leather of his cut was warm from his body heat, familiar beneath my palms. I pressed myself into his back, tighter than necessary, breathing in the scent of smoke, leather, and that woodsy, spicy cologne that had practically c
