Avery:
The scent of coffee hit me first—dark, rich, a little smoky. Definitely not my usual vanilla bean whatever. I frowned into the pillow, eyes still shut. I was in my bed. I knew that. I was also wearing a tee that smelled like warm leather, tobacco, and trouble.
Cruz.
My eyes snapped open.
I bolted upright, heart skipping, and blinked at the faint stream of light peeking through the blinds. My room was exactly how I left it—except the tee around me. Except the coffee smell. Except for the muffled sounds of someone in my kitchen.
Oh s**t.
I threw the covers off and padded barefoot down the hall, tee hanging off my shoulder and brushing the backs of my thighs. I paused outside the doorway to the kitchen and almost laughed—or screamed, I wasn't quite sure. Cruz was in there. Shirtl
