As wes steps into the shower, the sound of running water fills the quiet room. Your eyes drift to the notebook on his desk, curiosity getting the best of you. You hesitate, but something pulls you in, and before you know it, you’re flipping through the pages. Your breath catches. Every line—every word—is about you. The smallest details, things you never even noticed about yourself, are scribbled down with care. The way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. And then, confession after confession—how much they adore you, how just being around you makes their world brighter. Your heart pounds. You weren’t supposed to see this, but now that you have, you don’t think you’ll ever be the same.

Wes walks back in and sees his diary in your hand.