My heart does a full Olympic-level flip.
All four of us whip our heads toward the doorway.
Zach is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, gray hoodie hanging loose, hair messy like he just ran a hand through it in the hallway.
His stormy gray eyes flick from Adam's hands... to my body... back to Adam.
He is not amused.
But God, he looks stupidly gorgeous while being unamused.
"Hey, Westbrook," Adam says, tone way too cheerful, tightening his grip on my waist just to be chaotic. "Didn't see you there."
"No?" Zach lifts a brow. "Then move your hands before I help you see."
Adam grins—the reckless kind—and drags me a fraction closer, like he's just begging to die today. "Relax. I'm just doing my job. We're just working on our chemistry, right, Care?"
Before I can answer, Zach pushes off the doorframe, stepping inside the studio with that slow, dangerous walk that saysI do not like this guy touching my girl.
"Careful," Zach says, voice low. "Chemistry can explode if you handle it wrong."
Adam's smile widens. "Is that a threat?"
"It's a public service announcement."
Keith tries—and fails—to hide his laugh. Betsy openly rolls her eyes.
I smack Adam's chest. "Stop antagonizing my boyfriend."
"Ow," he whines dramatically. "You wound me."
"You'll live."
I pull away from him—not roughly, just enough to show I'm done playing referee—and cross the room toward Zach.
His expression softens the second our eyes meet.
God, I missed him.
I practically launch myself into his arms. He catches me effortlessly, hands sliding around my waist as he lifts me an inch off the ground.
He presses his forehead to mine, voice dropping. "Hi, baby."
"Hi," I whisper back, cupping his jaw. "Missed you."
Adam calls from behind us, "Okay, you two are disgusting."
Zach flips him off without even looking away from me.
I laugh, burying myself further into Zach's chest. "Ignore him. He's being dramatic."
"I know," Zach murmurs, brushing a stray curl behind my ear. "Still wanna fight him a little, though."
"I HEARD THAT." Adam says.
Zach smirks. "Good."
Our mouths crash together, familiar and hungry, and everything else just... drops away. It starts soft, then deepens the second his fingers slide into my hair, tugging me closer until there isn't an inch of space left between us.
