Amelia’s POV
“I’m Julian and this is my twin, Adrian,” said the one who resembled Tristan, extending his hand for a shake. Before I could put my hand into his for a shake, Tristan entered the room and pushed him aside. Instead he caught hold of my hand, grinning at Julian. I stood gaping at him. Where did he come from?
“Easy bro, I was just introducing myself,” he said cheekily, winking at me.
“I can see that,” growled Tristan, although his eyes flashed playfully, and I knew he was just kidding with his brother. Stefan came forward and Anna and Audrey giggled at all the drama. I blushed crimson, trying to extricate my poor hand from Tristan’s iron-like grip. Was it always like this between them?
Strangely, I loved Tristan’s possessiveness as it showed that he cared about me.
“Boys
