Cruz’s POV

It is the chill of the morning and dawn stretching her warm rays of light across the sky that pulls me from my slumber. The air is crisp in the morning. Evidently, the scent of the city has not yet tainted the day.

I begin to stretch when I feel a weight against my chest. Knowing what this weight is, I smile to myself and gingerly wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. Haven is completely passed out, draped over my arm like a slumbering ...