22. REEMA

I laughed at the offer until Coleman stormed off.

Leo also laughed, but not as hard. He seemed to think it over until I told him to knock it off.

Now we're packing up for the day. Before I can wish him a great time in Jamaica, he starts pulling out the bags I've seen him squirreling away in his drawer this week.

"Gifts for Wyatt, right?"

"I lied."

A bag spills open, revealing a small haul of Indian jewelry that's been marked down, but is still of great quality. They are pieces he's haggled with shopkeepers to buy for me. Another bag opens to fancy face-masks. The third has make-up.

"You didn't need to do this," I keep repeating.

"Try not to cry because it will embarrass us both," he says, clearing his throat. "It's nothing. Just a few things to help you look your best for Esha's wedding since I won't be coming with you."

"I don't deserve you." I internally vow to get Leo the best gift I can afford as soon as my wallet has breathing room again. Soon.

"You don't deserve me," he confirms. "No one does. But look hot for me anyway…" he says. "And maybe Jake? If you take him up on his offer?"

"Never in a million years."

He looks unconvinced, as if I'm lying to myself.

I'm not.