/Eliana's POV/
My morning started with a huge headache. I promised I would never drink again, but I guess I lied. I was about to get out of bed when I realized many things. Who changed my clothes? Who brought me here? And how come I got tipsy with a glass of wine?
"So you finally wake up," Riccardo came out of the bathroom. His hair was dry, and the only piece of cloth he had was a towel around his waist.
"What did you do to me?" I covered myself with the blanket. A scoff escaped his mouth instead of an actual answer. "I said—"
"What would I do to you?" he crossed his arms, squeezing his chest with the load of his muscles. "Answer me," his voice got lower.
"You tell me!" I snapped.
"Do you want details?" My jaw dropped at his confidence.
