Sarah gulped as soon as his scent invaded her nostrils. It was so inebriating that she almost lost her senses. It couldn't be the wine, because she hadn't drunk that much.
Victor, on the other hand, was slightly drunk. She could tell by the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were fixed on her lips while he spoke.
“You confuse me, because I don't know why I can't stop thinking about you so much," he confessed.
Sarah blinked, trying to understand what he was saying. If he was drunk, he could be just saying nonsense. She shouldn't take it seriously, because he was probably not going to remember it the next day.
“And to be honest with you, I never cared about any women before. I actually hate them. You… I don't know," he continued, struggling a bit to find the right words. “But I won
