Enzo silently observed the myriad of emotions on her face. She was being very transparent, making it easy to see her dilemma.
"But I don't think I love you," Hazel started slowly. Enzo's face darkened, and he gripped her jaw, making her eyes focus only on him.
"Didn't I warn you not to say something I didn't like?" Enzo growled. Hazel tried to move, but he placed a hand on her waist, making her unable to take a step further.
"Why do you keep on making me angry?" Enzo said as he slowly traced his finger down her arm.
"Ahh, tell me," Enzo asked while Hazel was trembling, not knowing what he would do in the next second.
"Enzo, you are so scary," Hazel murmured. He felt her shivering in his arms, so he leaned towards her, his forehead touching hers.
