Seventy three

Her eyes fall again when he sighs. His hands are in his pockets but his eyes never averted from her face. "Is it Max?" He asked, attempting to hide the massive jealousy running through him.

Her lack of response makes him assume that's his answer. He brings his hands out from his pocket and gently grabbed her shoulders, making her to look at him. "You're in love with Max, right?"

His voice sounds pained, but when he makes eye contact with her, that pained sound is nothing compared to the turmoil in his expression.

"I'm not in love with Max. He's my best friend and that's how things are going to be between us for the rest of our lives," she affirmed. Her eyes were staring back at his as she furrowed her brows.

"Then who is it?" He's being paranoid now and overreacting.

This was one of his behaviours she couldn't see herself coping with. He's a bit insecure and worries too much.

"Is it that guy that came the other night?"

She knew he was talking about Kendrix because she doubts if he