Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

“As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

Whatever, fine. Henry is annoyingly attractive. That’s always been a thing, objectively. It’s fine.

You are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life.

yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe HRH Prince Dickhead I BEG YOU TO NOT

Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight.

In an instant of sudden, vivid clarity, he can’t believe he ever thought he was straight.

“Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.” “I feel like it does,” Alex tells him. “I wanted to believe in some people being good and doing this job because they want to do good. Doing the right things most of the time and most things for the right reasons. I wanted to be the kind of person who believes in that.”

The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.

Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?

Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.

With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.