On Daniel's side, Natalie sat at the edge of the bed, visibly nervous. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and her eyes darted toward Daniel now and then. Her mind was on edge, unsure of what would happen next.
Natalie's heart raced, pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her throat. She bit her lip, trying to calm herself, but beads of sweat still formed on her forehead. The room was eerily quiet, so silent that Natalie could hear her rapid breathing.
When Daniel shifted slightly, his arm lifting unconsciously, Natalie let out a sharp scream. The sound was jarring in the room's stillness.
"What... what are you doing?" Natalie's voice was guarded, her body jerking backward. Her eyes widened with fear and unease as if Daniel were a predator ready to pounce at any moment.
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