Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

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

I’m the President of the United fucking States! I don’t need you to come here and—and—” “Mansplain?

So, the thing about the kiss is, Alex absolutely cannot stop thinking about it.

The class is Ethical Issues in International Relations. He really has got to stop taking classes so painfully relevant to his life.

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.

Well, Alex is so in love he could die.