Hillary pov
Where could Rodrigo be? It's getting pretty late. I lay and looked at the ceiling. A tap on the door startled me, and I ran to answer it.
Fabio was holding Rodrigo up. Was he drunk?
“He had a couple of drinks, take him to bed.” I opened the door wider for him, and he helped him to bed.
“I'll take my leave now.” I nodded and he left. I closed the door behind me and went to him. I sat beside him and started unbuttoning his shirt, but he suddenly gripped my wrist.
“Hillary.. Hillary.” He said slowly in a raspy voice.
I ignored and freed myself from his grip. I was finally able to take off his shirt. I helped remove his shoes. “Hillary.” My heart jumped at the way he called my name.
I turned to look at him, he had opened his eyes now. I helped him sit up, and he glanced a
