Chapter 69
Max's Point of View
I couldn't take it anymore. Her laugh kept hitting my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Each time she laughed, my blood got hotter. I stared at my whiskey glass, then slammed it down so hard I thought it might break. Some of the drink splashed onto my hand, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was Eva sitting in that corner with *him*.
The bar was dark except for the weak yellow lights hanging from the ceiling. Through the haze of cigarette smoke, I watched them. She looked beautiful tonight, her black hair falling past her shoulders, her red dress hugging her body just right. But it wasn't her beauty that was killing me. It was how happy she looked with that guy. Even his smile made me want to punch something.
He kept putting his hand closer to hers on
