And that—that right there—is the exact moment I know I need to kiss him. Because, despite Cliff taking a risk, he immediately backtracks when he thinks I’m uncomfortable. Because he’s that kind of friend. He’s that kind of man. I don’t know what our kiss might lead to. I don’t know if my leaving in two months will matter. Maybe we won’t stay in touch, or maybe we will. Maybe this will be something we can laugh about. There’s a lot of uncertainties, but one thing is for sure: I’m not uncertain about Cliff.
