Zain POV
Liam is drunk. Scarlet is drunk. Honestly, it’s a miracle they haven’t both climbed onto the bar and declared war on emotional intimacy yet. Scarlet’s slurring something animated to Callum across the table, her hands flying as she laughs so hard she nearly spills her drink. And Liam... Liam’s got that grin. The one that means he’s four sips from quoting philosophy or trying to convince someone that emotional repression is a sport.
I wasn’t joking when I said I’d fallen for two emotionally constipated people. Scarlet acts like feelings are a disease and Liam? Liam treats vulnerability like it’s contagious.
“You know what your problem is?” Liam slurs, leaning into me. He smells like whiskey and mischief.
“Please,” I say, sipping my drink. “Enlighten me.”
“You’re emotionally reg
