"What happened last night? Don’t you remember anything?" Francisco’s voice was calm, but his words carried weight.

Hazel held his gaze, her eyes searching for answers.

"Did we... do something improper?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

Francisco stepped closer. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.

"You did a lot, Hazel," he whispered. "Where should I begin?"

Hazel’s eyes widened. A chill ran through her as her mind scrambled to recall anything. The fear ...