Hazel was reading a book, attempting to dispel the boredom. Flipping through the pages, she immersed herself in the world of words.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else had entered the room. It was only when she felt a warm breath grazing her ear, tangled in her hair, that she snapped out of her literary trance.

Turning to her left, she found herself mere inches away from Francisco. Their faces were so close that a slight movement could have bridged the gap, making their lips meet.

A sudden rush ...