Francisco, keeping his gaze on her, allowed a subtle smile to play on his lips. He rose from his chair, a predator sensing an opportunity for his prey. The air thickened with tension as he approached Hazel.
She lowered her gaze, her words hesitant.
Hazel
I am sorry if I am bothering you. I will ask someone else to help me.
Hazel, expressing her intention to leave, turned to exit, only to be halted by the sudden placement of a masculine hand on the door. She shifted her gaze to find herself caged between Francisco's arms, the door serving as an unyielding barrier.
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