XYRA'S POV
“Woah, who kissed who?” A voice said.
My head turned in the direction of the voice, and my eyes widened.
I stopped breathing. It was Astor.
What were the guys doing here? I had made a conscious effort to avoid them, and yet here they were, at my table, with a tray of lunch in their hands, eavesdropping on my conversation with Stephanie.
Oh lord, how much has he heard? He couldn't have heard the Marcello part, right? I wondered, pleading deep within me that he didn't hear more than I wanted to let on.
Astor's comment had caught me off guard and I contemplated whether or not it was a question I was supposed to respond to.
In my sloppy attempt to respond, my words got stuck in my throat. I stammered, "Uh, no one kissed anyone. It's just a misunderstanding." I said, hoping t
