Haven’s POV

I am walking completely blindfolded, trusting the man behind me to guide me to the right place.

“Cruz, I don’t get where you are taking me,” I say, involuntarily reaching out and trying to feel for some kind of wall beside me.

“Now Haven,” he scolds gently, pulling my arm back to my side. “Where would the fun be if there weren’t any suspense?” I smile to myself and bump my hip into his hip, knocking him off to the side ever so ...