Phoebe
"Why?"
Zion’s brows furrowed as he waited for my answer. I had already distanced myself from him, and he took a step back as well. If this continued, I feared I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself. My whole body had nearly succumbed to him.
I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to pull myself together as my breathing threatened to spiral out of control. Sliding down onto the edge of the bed, I kept my eyes fixed everywhere but on Zion. I couldn’t let myself go there—not with him. Not this time.
“Just stop, okay?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, laced with the panic I couldn’t quite swallow. “I can’t let myself feel anything for you.”
Zion tilted his head, his usual smirk softening to something unreadable. “You don’t have to,” he said casually, stepping closer.
