Phoebe
Am I jealous?
I snorted sharply at the thought. No, I’m not jealous.
But that didn’t stop me from slamming my phone onto the table, hard enough to attract Zion’s attention. His quick glance was followed by a knowing throat-clearing, and like a chain reaction, Adonis and Finley lifted their heads from their phones to look at me.
Great. Now I feel awkward. I didn’t usually lose my composure—except maybe around Phoenix, who never failed to call out my temper.
“Need some fresh air, Mathews?” Zion asked, sliding his chair back and standing.
His smirk was enough to get me moving. I stood without a word and headed for the door.
“Not coming?” Zion called over his shoulder to Adonis and Finley. “Who knows? There might be something interesting out there.”
“I’ll tag along,” Adonis said
