My heart raced as she leaned in, her lips inching closer to mine. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my breath hitching in my throat. Just as our lips were about to meet, a voice rang out, shattering the moment.
"Elena."
I pulled back, startled, and turned to see Carmen standing there, her face a mix of anger and determination. Before I could react, she strode over and wrapped her arm around me possessively. "We are going back to your room on the campus," she stated firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Zaya opened her mouth to protest, but Carmen shot her a murderous glance that silenced her. The tension was palpable as Carmen led me away, her grip on me unwavering. In moments, we were in Carmen's car, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotions. The drive was silent, the air heavy with Carmen's frustration.