Haven’s POV

I wake up to what I can only assume is Cruz’s “morning wood” pressed against my backside. My door is shut and, thankfully, I wake up naturally and not because I hear anyone rustling around in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house. I feel his radiating warmth all around me, his arm wrapped around my waist and keeping me pulled close to his body.

I listen closely again.

No one is awake.

No one is going to come in since I have ...