Carlos's POV
I drained the entire wine bottle just before midnight struck. The empty bottle hit the floor with a dull thud as I collapsed onto the bed.
The alcohol coursed through my system, making my head heavy. I wasn't some lightweight who couldn't handle his drink—hell, I could down multiple bottles without blacking out.
But right now, the wine was doing exactly what I needed it to do: helping me unwind. I had to slow down, take a step back, because whatever was happening between Grace and me was spiraling out of control way too fast. At this rate, I might actually fall for a woman I'd barely known for more than a few days.
Love had never been in my vocabulary before.
"Well, except for Nicole. But that's different," I muttered into the darkness. "Grace's different too. Never thought I could want someone this badly."
