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alone or with Adam,
Parrish wants to know if you killed yourself dreaming just now please advise
She knew that he — it — Noah — was strange and decayed and frightened, and she knew that she loved him anyway.
“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration. “Sargent, you asshole.”
Ronan patted her leg. “I’ll be proud for you.”
forward. “Tell me, Dad, are you mad that I fucked up, or are you just mad that I skipped school?”
He took pains to stare at neither her breasts nor her lips.
right. Need was Adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.
ADAM WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MURDER SQUASH SONG
Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.
Don’t play, he told himself. This is not a game.
But because Gansey was too cowardly to tell Adam about falling in love with her, she had to stand there with her sadness by herself.
Adam shot Gansey a knowing look. He mouthed yee haw.
PIPER PIPER PIPER
This person was dying.
“You must be Noah.”
Now, she was the one driving the Pig,
outrageously and eternally driven to distraction by the image of her behind the wheel of his car.
Gansey wasn’t sure he was in a position to be falling in love, but he’d done it anyway.
“Park around the corner and don’t hit any cats!” Henry shouted.
“Holy fuck, we got girls?”
Blue grew four times taller; all the sound sucked in from the room in preparation for the explosion. This was going to be terrible.
Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan’s worship into one downtown block.
his beautiful hands,
He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth.
His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’...
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his mind all palm against palm, thumb crossed over thumb, fingers pressed into wrist bone — and then Adam was facing him and he released his hand.
close enough that Ronan felt his breath on his cheek
The latter was not strictly necessary, and they both knew it, but Adam watched Ronan closely as he lightly traced the lines there.
He knew Adam had figured out how he felt.
“Thanks, Parrish. I like your face, too.”
“All right. I zoned out there, but what? Skip all the feelings parts.”
“We only watched music videos on our phones after you left. The mood sagged. I tucked in the children and read them stories but they kept asking after you.” This made Gansey laugh. “We were having adventures.”
“Jesus was not there, unfortunately,” Henry said. “Or perhaps fortunately. The hole was barely big enough for me.”
Ronan wrenched his tie loose. “You working after school?” “With a dreamer.” He held Ronan’s gaze over his locker door. School had improved.
Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
“I was actually thinkin’ of being a farmer.”
Quit Aglionby; leave Henrietta; quit Adam; leave Gansey.
“This is my home,” Ronan said.
love. Now that he had at least a passing acquaintance with both of those things, it affected him in a different way. He used to wonder what he would have looked like if he had grown up in a place like this. Now he thought about how, if he wanted it, he could one day live in a place like this. He did not quite understand what had changed.
It took Adam a moment to realize that this was Ronan’s birthday:
Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam.
They kissed again. Adam felt it in more than his lips.
He knew that of all the options in the world, Ronan Lynch was the most difficult version of any of them.
He knew that Ronan was not a thing to be experimented with.
He was pretty sure he had just been Ronan’s first kiss.
That time was gone, but for once, it was all right.
and then they climbed down from the roof together.
“God, Neeve. You New Age types are the worst.” Piper flipped her hand toward the demon. “Unmake her.”
Adam and Ronan made puerile jokes at Henry’s expense (“He’s half Chinese” “Which half?”) and sniggered clannishly; Blue called them on it (“Jealous, much?”); Gansey told them to put aside their preconceptions and think about him.
