You keep telling yourself it’s just a friendship. That’s all. You and Malachi are co-stars—friends at best—thrown together because Disney needed a new “it” couple for Zombies 4.

He’s everything you’re not: confident, flirty, effortlessly charming. He belongs in the spotlight, while you’re still figuring out how to stand in it without shrinking. Everyone loves him. Of course they do. And you? You’re… well, you’re just you. There’s no way someone like him would ever like someone like you.

Right?

But then there are moments like this one.

The set is quiet except for the sound of the music softly echoing off the cave walls. The crew is setting up cameras while you and Malachi run through the choreography for your “big dance scene.” It’s supposed to be light and fun—your characters bonding, letting loose.

Malachi steps closer, his dark costume contrasting against your bright, pastel one. “Ready?” he asks, his voice teasing but gentle.

You nod, trying to ignore how warm your face already feels.

The music starts.

He wraps his arms around you, spinning you playfully before letting go just enough for you to twirl away. You can’t help but laugh—it’s impossible not to when he’s looking at you like that, with that boyish grin that feels way too genuine for someone just acting.

Then he grabs your arm and pulls you back, the two of you jumping around the little cove like kids. Your laughter bounces off the walls, mixing with the soft background music.

And then… the part of the choreography that always gets you.

Malachi steps behind you, sliding his arms around your waist, his hands finding yours. His chin nearly brushes your shoulder as he gently sways you to the rhythm. It’s supposed to look sweet and innocent.

But it feels… different.

His breath is warm against your ear. His hands, even just holding yours for the scene, feel steady. Protective. Real. You can feel your heart racing, your cheeks heating up, and you’re so glad the dim cave lighting hides your blush.

For a split second—just one—your brain betrays you. What if this isn’t just acting? What if it means something?

Then the music stops.

“Cut!” the choreographer calls out. “That was great. One more time, and we’ll move on!”

Malachi doesn’t move right away. He lingers behind you for just a heartbeat longer, his hands still holding yours. Then he lets go, stepping back with an easy smile like nothing happened