The club was drowning in neon—blue, purple, and electric pink flashes cutting through the smoky air while the bass shook the floor.
Aria and Zoe stood on either side of him.
Two completely different energies. Two different kinds of danger.
Aria was calm, sharp-eyed, the kind of girl who spoke less but meant everything she said. Zoe was chaos in motion—smiling too much, laughing too easily, always stepping just a little too close.
And tonight, both of them had decided he was the center of their attention.
“You always look confused when I’m around,” Zoe teased, circling him slowly.
Aria raised an eyebrow. “He looks worse when you flirt.”
Zoe smiled. “Jealous?”
The tension snapped instantly.
He exhaled, caught between them, feeling the room spin with music and heat. “You two are impossible.”
“Good,” they said at the same time.
That made it worse.
Zoe grabbed his hand first, pulling him into the dance floor where bodies moved like waves under neon lights. Aria followed a second later, not letting distance win.
Now he was stuck between rhythm, chaos, and silence that felt too loud.
Zoe leaned close. “Relax.”
Aria stepped in from the other side. “Or don’t. Makes it more interesting.”
He should’ve walked away.
Instead, he stayed.
The night blurred into flashing lights, laughter, and stolen moments where boundaries stopped meaning anything. Every glance felt louder than the music. Every touch felt like a decision neither of them were admitting out loud.
At some point, all three stopped pretending this was just a night out.
It wasn’t.
It was a mistake forming in real time under neon city lights—beautiful, confusing, and impossible to forget.
And none of them walked away when they should have.
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