Hazel's eyelids fluttered open as consciousness slowly returned. The familiar room confirmed where she was... and the arm wrapped tightly around her waist belonged to Francisco.

They had slept together last night.

She steadied her breathing, fully aware of her first goal: slipping out of his hold without waking him.

She felt his warm breath on her bare neck. It sent a strange chill down her spine.

Hot, steady breath.

The rhythm of it made her pause.

Is he… breathing deliberately?

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