When I danced in my living room, I thought nobody could see me.
Turns out I was being watched.
Zion is two heads taller than me, built as a truck.
And he doesn’t look at me twice.
Or so I thought, because I find out he’s been watching me.
He thinks this is wrong. That he’s too old for me.
But one look from him and my legs turn to jelly.
I don’t care about age. All I want is a chance.
We’re not alone in this, though…
Because there is someone else watching.