Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

I thought we had the sort of love that you can’t set down or walk away from. An undying fire. The love you hear about in the old stories. No one told Simon Snow the old stories.

I know I’ll never love anyone like I love Baz. I know he’s the love of my life. Of all my lives.

What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.

“All I really know is that nothing I’ve experienced so far compares to you. Maybe that makes me gay.” He swallows. “Or maybe that just makes me yours.”

“I can touch you less gently, but I won’t love you less kindly.”