*Eva's POV*
I stride towards the red couch in Max's room. His room is simple, yet seems fancy. The walls are painted black, the furniture is modern, and-something catches my attention.
Max is in the bathroom. I hoist up and pace in the direction of the photo frame lying on the side table. It's a picture of Max, and a brunette. The pictures taken at a beach, and he is smiling at her.
I hear the door unlock, and Max steps out, his eyes red, his face flushed. Did he cry?
"Max-.."
He cuts me off. "No. You are going to listen and then say something." He comes closer to me, his gaze travelling to the picture behind me, but within seconds travels back to my face. "Sit down," he commands, pointing in the direction of his gigantic bed. As I settle down, he flops
down on the floor next to me.
