Chapter 172 I Am Not Done

• Francisco held the bulge in his hand. Hazel observed his fully visible veins. Francisco was grabbing it in his strong palm.
• Hazel hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Francisco's intense gaze. The room seemed to shrink around them, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She felt an unfamiliar pull,
• Would she be able to swallow the stuff she was about to take? She swallowed, but she could not shake an unidentified attraction to him. She blinked her eyes slowly; it appeared that she had been addicted to him.