XYRA'S POV
My stomach twisted into a pretzel the moment I spotted them. Astor and Clara huddled close on the sidewalk. There they were glowing in the warmth of the setting sun. My feet seemed to move on their own, drawing me closer, my heart pounding in a continuous manner against my ribs.
As I got near, their faces flickered into view. Astor's cheeks were flushed, a hint of something I hoped, prayed, was desire lingering in his eyes. Clara, too, had a rosy tint to her skin, her lips slightly parted, as if she'd been on the verge of...
My breath hitched, and I cleared my throat, summoning a voice that felt raspy and thin. "Hey guys," I forced out, hoping the casualness masked the churning vortex inside me.
Their heads snapped up, Astor stumbling back like he'd been caught red-handed at
