Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

“Christ, you are as thick as it gets,” he says, and he grabs Alex’s face in both hands and kisses him.

AHHHHH

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.

“Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff.”

On purpose. I love him on purpose.”