After her kiss with Sean had left her breathless and Shane's embrace had filled her with warmth, she felt herself being gently tugged by Cruz.
Cruz, with his calm and steady demeanor, always had a way of grounding Avery. His presence was a soothing balm, a reminder of the quiet strength that he carried within him. As he pulled her close, Avery felt a sense of anticipation mixed with a deep-seated trust. His arms encircled her, drawing her into the warmth of his embrace.
"Hey," Cruz whispered, his voice a soft murmur against her ear. His breath was warm, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Hey," Avery replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up into his eyes, finding a mixture of tenderness and passion there that made her heart skip a beat.
Cruz's eyes, a deep, soulful brown
