Carlos's POV
"You're the first woman I've brought into my place," I said as I walked back, now fully clothed.
Grace startled at my voice. She quickly turned left and spotted me propped against the wall. I had thrown on a loose shirt, black boxer briefs barely reaching mid-thigh.
I folded my arms and studied Grace, who'd been absorbed in the stunning sunset view. My green eyes locked onto hers as I spoke, "You're the only woman who's ever stepped foot in this apartment."
"Seriously?" Grace questioned. She seemed skeptical. "What about your previous... companions?"
"I shared a dorm with buddies during college," I explained. My expression grew darker discussing this topic. "I bought this place recently, and I don't bring my casual hookups here."
"Actually, nobody enters this space except cleaning staff," I continued. My expression softened while looking at Grace. "I suppose that makes you my first real visitor."
