“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper. “I’m not trying to hurt him—” “Oh hell. Forget I said anything,” he says, waving his hands around. “Seriously. It is none of my business.” He shoots me a look. “And do not consider this an invitation for you to start telling me all of your secret feelings now.” I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m not going to tell you anything about my feelings.” “Good. Because I don’t want to know.”
