Carlos's POV
She's beautiful.
We were squished under James's bed, talking by the light of my phone.
Talking about me.
Talking about her.
Talking about us.
Not that way, no matter how much I wished it. We were talking about how insane things were. Her life was changed in less than a day.
She was changing my life, too.
She was curled up in my arms, her head on my chest.
Giggle.
"What?"
"Your heart's beating kinda fast, Carlos."
"Oh."
What else was I supposed to say?
We talked about everything. When we finished, we talked about it all again. It felt like I was talking to an angel; she never had a bad thing to say, she laughed at every one of my stupid jokes, hugged me tighter every time she thought I was brave or just wanted to make me smile.
I checked the time on my phone when she brought up James.
Oh god.
It was 7:30, and we were still alone.