Eve's POV:
Okay, so either the wine was messing with my brain, or I was just losing my mind, because there was no way Drake was giving me those eyes. After everything — the heartbreak, the betrayal, the venomous thoughts I've spent years cultivating — it should be the last thing I care about. But… there's something about him, after all the hatred and the years of convincing myself that he was the last person I'd want to see again, there he was — looking at me like that.
The way he looks at me, like he can see through every façade I've put up.
You'd think I'd be past it, but I'm not, am I?
First love, they say. First heartbreak, too. Blah blah blah.
I tried to ignore it, tried to drown the feelings in champagne, but guess what? That only made it worse.
I told myself I'd hate him forever, that I was done with him, but damn it, there are those first love feelings buried deep inside me, still flaring up like an infection I can't get rid of. I hate it. I hate it.
