Avery:
I slammed the door behind me, heart still pounding, like I’d just run a f*****g marathon.
The night air felt cold on my skin, but I couldn’t shake the heat I’d built up inside — a fire that still roared from that goddamn kiss, from him.
What the f**k had just happened?
I stood in my kitchen, pizza box in hand, trying to make sense of my racing thoughts, but they were all over the place. Cruz’s face. His body. The smell of him, the feel of his skin on mine.
His lips had been like fire, consuming me, making me forget who I was.
I wasn’t the kind of girl who did this.
Who let men like him close.
Who let themselves get pulled into something that was bound to end in flames.
But... I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him.
He’d been so close — just close enough to make my skin
