Mated to Four
The playlist rolls on: Sabrina Carpenter – Espresso, then Billie Eilish – Birds of a Feather.
“Classic Gen Z vibes,” he teases. “No guys on here?”
“There are,” I say, just as The Weeknd’s Popular starts playing.
Zion nods, that mysterious little smile tugging at his lips. “Your taste… kinda sexy.”
I roll my eyes, but my chest feels warm. His look tonight is different—intense.
He leans closer, his fingers brushing the back of my hand. Such a small touch, yet it lights a wildfire inside me.
“Phoeb…” his voice is low, soft. “You okay? You’ve seemed… heavy all night.”