CHAPTER 18: THE STENCH OF TROUBLE

TANYA’S POV

I opened my eyes to find Rodrigo fast asleep beside me, his head resting against my chest. My movement made him stir awake.

He blocked me a few times as he looked at me, his face twisting into a questioning look. I, for one, was also wondering what he was doing here.

He moved back, creating some space between us. He rubbed his eyes and then climbed off the bed.

“How did I get here?” He asked, more to himself than to me.

I found myself wondering the same. I didn't even notice him lying on my bed.

The stench of alcohol at the fact that he was drunk, maybe he walked into my room because he felt too lazy to walk to his?

He entered my bathroom and began throwing up. I could tell from the way he was sounding in there that it was going to be one heck of a hangover.

I sat on the bed and cradled my knees. The door clicked open, and he walked out. His moist hair dangled over his forehead, and he was bare-chested.

My eyes roamed his frame. Rodrigo was muscular; that wasn't new news, b