Chapter 27 Losing Game

Emery's POV

"Are you finally cooling down?"

I lifted my face and looked at Tristan. He's walking towards me holding a glass of liquor. He really looks like Terrence. If his hair was curled, I'd think he's him. He also has dimples and blue eyes except Terrence's are darker.

I frowned at him. "Do I look like a heating computer to you?"

He laughed. "No. Just an overheating car."

I rolled my eyes but I laughed. I snatched his glass and drank the liquor in one gulp.

"Woah! Easy, baby! That's a hard drink."

I smirked and gave the empty glass back to him. "I didn't even flinch. Weak."

He chuckled. "You know what? Had I known you needed help, I would have offered myself to you."

I shot an eyebrow up and looked at him from head to foot. "Not bad. But I don't think you're a husband material."

"What? That's very offensive!"

"Tell me about it!"

He chuckled again and rested his back on the railing. We're in the lanai and it's already 10 PM but I couldn't sleep, so I came here.

Tristan stared at my