Cruz:
I shouldn’t be here.
Not like this. Not this damn deep.
But f**k, I couldn’t stay away.
She was tucked into me like she was made especially for me. All soft curves and sleepy breaths, warm skin pressed to mine. Her body molded into me in her sleep, her leg hooked lazily over my thigh like instinct.
And I laid there, perfectly still. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other behind my head, staring at the ceiling like it might have the answers to this madness in my chest.
The girl was in my veins. In my lungs. Every breath I took carried her scent, and it soothed something feral in me, just long enough for the next ache to rise.
I should’ve left.
But I didn’t.
Because the second I walked into this place, I knew—I wasn't going to leave without a piece of her still on me.
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