Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Aristotle and Dante, #2)

by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Dante walked me to my truck. “I’m kissing you right now.” “I’m kissing you back,” I said—then drove away.

“I love you, Aristotle Mendoza,” he whispered. I didn’t say anything. I just looked into his clear brown eyes, and I guess I was smiling, because he said, “Killer smile.”

And what was it about human beings that wanted to measure love as if it were something that could be measured?

I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as beautiful as you again.