Shower

Francisco reclined in the bathtub, enveloped in warm water and steam. The tranquility was shattered as the door creaked open, and Hazel tiptoed into the room. Francisco's eyes remained closed, his expression undisturbed by her presence.

"What?"

“What now?” she questioned, her tone tinged with mild annoyance.

Hazel bit her lip, grappling with her decision.

Slowly, Francisco opened his eyes, starting from her feet and moving up. Hazel, wrapped in a towel, felt his gaze intensify as it traveled over her form. She clutched the edge of the towel, attempting to maintain her composure.

With a husky invitation, Francisco broke the silence.

"Come join!" he extended his hand, his voice resonating in the steam-filled room.

Hazel hesitated for a moment longer, her eyes flitting nervously between Francisco and the bathtub.

Hazel hesitated, her eyes flickering between Francisco's outstretched hand and his intense gaze. Deciding not to accept his hand, she stepped forward and began to lower herself