Trying to come closer
Hazel's eyelids fluttered open slowly, consciousness seeping back into her. The familiar surroundings confirmed her location, and the hand firmly grasping her waist belonged to none other than Francisco.
Last night, he had slept with her.
Hazel took a moment to steady her breath, aware that her first task was to extricate herself from his lingering touch.
She could feel his hot breath against her bare neck, a sensation that both intrigued and unnerved her.
‘Hot, steady breath!’
She observed quietly, the realization dawning on her.
‘It seems as if his breaths are calculative.’
The notion that Francisco's breaths were measured and purposeful stirred a peculiar blend of curiosity.
She pressed her lips together, contemplating the implications of the intimate proximity.