Chapter 2

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When they arrived at Barba's apartment, Olivia was still out cold. He paid the cab driver, picked Liv up bridal style, and carried her into the building. He walked over to the elevator with the drunk woman still in his arms. He pressed the button up to his floor, and luckily the elevator arrived quickly. They made their way up to the 4th floor, and Barba's door happened to be only 2 down from the elevator. He unlocked the door and made their way inside, struggling to continue holding Liv in his arms.

He carried her back into his bedroom, where he set her on the bed and started rummaging around in his closet. He found an old Harvard t-shirt and a pair of sweatpant. Liv had been wearing a black blazer over a tight emerald top, with tight black skinny jeans, along with black heels. Her entire outfit seemed uncomfortable. She was still passed out, so as awkward as it was for him, he changed her into the shirt and sweats. As he did so, he got an amazing view of her body, though he tried not to look directly at her for too long.

After Liv had comfy clothes on, Rafael tucked her into his bed, then went and changed into similar clothes himself. Once he was changed, he went into his bathroom to grab a bottle of ibuprofen, then went to his kitchen to grab a bottle of water, then wrote her a note, and sent the items on the nightstand next to the bed, to help Olivia's morning hangover.

*~*the next morning*~*

Olivia woke up with a pounding headache from the previous day. Once her eyes finally focused, she realized she wasn't in her home. Where the hell am I? She thought. She looked at the nightstand and saw a note with a bottle of Advil and water. Here's some ibuprofen to help with the hangover :)  -Rafi<3

Rafael. He put a heart. It couldn't be. No, of course not. He doesn't like her that way. It's a platonic heart. Not meant to be romantic. He doesn't like her like that. Or does he?

Liv was suddenly taken out of her thoughts by the smell of bacon. She loves bacon. She got up, wanting to find the source of the smell filling her nose. She had been to Rafael's apartment once or twice before to work on cases, but all she ever saw was the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. She noticed lots of books all around his room. He sure loved reading.

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