XYRA'S POV
The air in the music room felt stuffy. It was like a thick fog pressing down on my chest. Marcello's words were sharp and accusing. My stomach twisted into a knot.
"Almost kissed?" Noah echoed, his voice carrying a sharp feeling of surprise and... was that hurt? I couldn't meet his gaze. Shame burned my cheeks, hotter than any summer sun.
My mind scrambled for words, for an explanation that wouldn't make everything worse. But the truth was messy. I was literally a ball of nerves I barely understood myself. How could I explain the confusion, the pull I felt towards both of them, the fear of hurting anyone?
"It's not... it wasn't..." I stammered, the words catching in my throat. My voice came out weak, barely a whisper.
Marcello scoffed a harsh sound that sent shivers down my
