Hazel's face mirrored her concern and the last thing she actually needed right now is to see him this way. He wouldn't have faked his looks to earn her pity right?
She opened her mouth to say something but it got stuck in her throat. She's never seen him this sad and vulnerable in her entire life and as much as she didn't want to admit it, this moment was a assuring phase that she wasn't only physically attracted to this jerk. She truly loved him. And seeing him like this hurt her than she could have ever imagined.
She opened the door wider, indirectly telling him to go in and he did. She shut the door afterwards trying to get herself together before he sees how much effect he had on her.
She led him to the kitchen stool, helped him sit on it carefully while she took another stool immediately across him.
