XYRA'S POV
I was taking in all of the post-bathroom glow, thinking I was the queen of cool. I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection in the mirror.
I swung the bathroom door shut with a confident walk, only to slam right into something. Someone was the right word for it. Hard. I squealed, trying to maintain my balance.
I turned around, ready to give a sassy remark to whoever dared to ruin my mission
And there he was, Astor, looking like he'd just stumbled into a ghost.
Our eyes locked, but my hands had a mind of their own and flew to my chest. Smooth, real smooth, Xyra.
I swiftly pulled my hands away, but not before catching Astor sneak a peek at my chest. Classic guy move, right? Instead of being annoyed, I was secretly thrilled.
It seemed like my makeshift enhance
