Phoebe
“What are you doing?”
Honestly, I was surprised by Finley's sudden movement, pushing me into my own room. His hand quickly reached for the doorknob and closed the door in front of me. I was still watching his expression as he leaned against the door.
He pressed his index finger to his lips, and for some reason, I zipped it. Something about the way he looked made me listen.
From inside the room, Zion’s voice echoed loud enough to make me wince. “Finley!” he shouted.
Oh. That’s why Finley looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Zion caught me on my way down the stairs. I didn’t feel like dealing with him.”
“Did you guys have a fight or something? You were all buddy-buddy earlier,” I asked, raising a brow.
“No, no fig
