Emery’s POV
I was happy I had managed to persuade Lacy out of the tiny top that she had wanted to squeeze me into and now I could get really drunk without worrying about my boobs spilling out of my top.
Which was what I was currently trying to achieve.
I was on my second bottle of beer and although I was slightly buzzed I wouldn’t call myself drunk just yet. I could see myself managing to finish the bottle I was holding and continue to remain standing.
I also wasn’t feeling sick yet. Which confirmed my suspicions that my sickness after my first drink that day was caused by my wolf was playing tricks with my body in order to get Sin to take care of me. She wasn’t opposing my current thought I could only assume that my thoughts were correct.
“Are you okay?” I heard Cameron ask.
“Yes,”
