If it were any other night, any other circumstance, any other girl, I’d have kissed her. But it was April, and I couldn’t. Tonight was my opportunity to do the right thing, be a better man—the kind of man my sister thought I was. Maybe I had been a selfish asshole back then, but I didn’t have to keep fucking up this friendship. April mattered to me, and I needed to act like it this time.
