Clyde didn't fight her, leaning over the moment he realized she wanted to kiss him. His arms slid around her, pulling her closer. He was forgiven? He wasn't sure he believed in some higher power, but he felt a strange sense of relief. She might not have said he was forgiven, not in those words, but she had said she didn't care.
He returned the kiss, then broke it a second time. "I think I love you."