I don't know what I was thinking.
Maybe I just wanted to get it out of my system.
Maybe I was secretly hoping—just hoping—that he might feel the same.
But when Rest almost saw it, I panicked.
And then… he asked me about it.
"So… have you given it to him yet?"
Him.
That word felt like a punch to the stomach.
He thought it was for someone else.
Of course, he did.
Because the idea of me liking him never even crossed his mind.
That's when I knew.
Rest didn't like me that way.
He never would.
And no matter how much it hurt— I had to accept it.