“Because I’m really confused about us and I’m trying to sort through it,” he confesses. My body heats. Goose bumps skitter over my arms. For once, I’m not sure I like how honest Cliff is. “Us?” I ask. “Us,” he echoes. “We agreed it was fine if we were friends, but…then you set me up on a date with your sister. And…it’s not…I don’t know. I said yes, so it’s my fault too.” “If you felt weird about it, why’d you agree?” I ask. “Because you told me I needed to move on. And, listen, you’re right, but…” He groans, as if upset with himself now. “But then I found
