Ignoring her protests, Francisco bent down to pick up the fallen book, placing it beside Hazel. She took a step back, attempting to divert her gaze, but Francisco closed the distance between them. Leaning in, he kept his hands firmly on the table, effectively trapping Hazel between his arms.
The unexpected closeness sent a shiver down Hazel's spine. Her eyes met Francisco's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Clad only in trousers, his physique seemed like something out of a movie or the pages of a romantic novel. His perfectly sculpted body would have drawn the admiration of any onlooker, yet Hazel maintained a neutral expression.
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