“And, Lace,” he says, and I hold my breath. “It’s called the Kissing Best Friend Challenge.” “Yeah, I know.” He grins. “We’re not best friends, so I suggest, when you post it, you change the caption.” “To what?” “I just had the best kiss of my life with the guy who lives next door.” He winks and then turns. He heads into his apartment and closes the door gingerly.
