Cruz:
She was completely spiraling. And I couldn’t take my f*****g eyes off her.
Avery was in the middle of her morning routine—running around like a hurricane in bare feet and my tee, brushing her teeth while hopping into her scrubs, cussing softly under her breath about time. Hair all mussed from sleep. Lips red and swollen from hours of me tasting every inch of her. She didn’t even look at me when she grabbed her badge and keys off the counter, muttering something about being late.
God. She was too f*****g cute.
And watching her try to make sense of all of this? Of us?
It made my blood hum.
She glanced at me once—just once—when she opened the door, like she was about to say something. Then changed her mind. I think she knew. Saying something meant acknowledging it. All of it. The
