Then there was the TikTok dance. Holding his hands in mine, our feet stumbling over each other until suddenly I was on the ground and Caleb was on top of me, our faces mere inches apart… If I’m honest with myself, I knew what I wanted at that moment. I knew what we both wanted. But I stayed in denial. Denial was safe. Denial was predictable. If nothing is happening, then everything is fine, right?
