Cruz:
There was something new in her eyes tonight.
A spark I’d seen building, ember by ember, ever since she walked out of that hospital and into my world without blinking. But tonight?
It burned.
Hot. Bright. Unapologetic.
And she didn’t ask for permission.
She didn’t need to.
She pushed me back, palms flat against my chest, with that fire in her gaze and that bite in her lip, and I let her. Let her guide me, control me. Let her take the lead.
Because f**k—I’d follow her anywhere.
I hit the couch with a grunt, head falling back against the cushion, hands spread wide like I was surrendering everything I was to her. And maybe I was. Maybe I always had been.
Her knee pressed between my thighs, and then she was straddling me, her hands sliding up under my shirt, dragging it over my
