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“Aw, little buddy,” Nora says. She reaches over and pats his hand. “It’s cute how you think everything is about you.”
shoulder against Henry’s. “I’d rather not be the little spoon.”
the familiar comfort of antagonism.
“Toilet heart attack.” “Jesus.”
“I’m gonna murder you, stop it,”
One. He’s attracted to Henry. Two. He wants to kiss Henry again. Three. He has maybe wanted to kiss Henry for a while. As in, probably this whole time.
Except for when he is. Which is always.
Not that he wants to date Henry. At all. Ever. But just, like, hypothetically.
“Go for dinner first, or—” Alex is actually going to kill him. “We just had dinner.” “Right. I meant—I just thought—” “Stop thinking.” “Yes. Gladly.”
unstoppable
His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Whatever, Don’t make
Alex First Son of Hating Fund-raisers
to Henry His Royal Horniness,
Alex, First Son of Making Me Spill My Tea in Said Early Morning Meeting:
He feels Henry’s thighs—those goddamn horseback-riding, polo-playing thighs—
spending his one day off from the campaign at Wimbledon, only to get his body next to Henry’s again.
“In any
“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.”
Henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, “You are good.”
History, huh? Bet we could make some.
You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness.
I was just going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best. I guess that makes you the North Star?
Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.
You know a fighter when you see one.”
Well, Alex is so in love he could die.
Something’s wrong, and he knows it, but he’s too afraid to push back or ask.
“I completely fucking love you.”
(By the way, in this relationship, I am absolutely the Han and you are absolutely the Leia. Don’t try to argue because you’ll be wrong.)
I am very deeply gay, Philip.”
You see, for me, memories are difficult. Very often, they hurt.
The face you just made when you read that last one.
I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you.
“Who fucking decided that politics had to be about lying and hiding and being something you’re not?” “It’s always been that, Alex!”
“I fucking love you.”
I love him on purpose.”
