Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

he summons up two whole words: “Fuck you.”

“I miss you,” Alex says before he can stop himself. He instantly regrets it, but Henry says, “I miss you too.”

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I can’t think of a single other way to start this email except to say, and I do hope you will forgive both my language and my utter lack of restraint: You are so fucking beautiful.

I’ve been useless for a week, driven around for appearances and meetings, lucky if I’ve made a single meaningful contribution to any of them. How is a man to get anything done knowing Alex Claremont-Diaz is out there on the loose? I am driven to distraction.

Yours in sexual frustration, Henry

The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.

and the water keeps rising to meet the bulkheads, and Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.

Dear Thisbe, I wish there weren’t a wall. Love, Pyramus

“Fuck, I swear. You don’t make it fucking easy. But I’m in love with you.”

“Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit,” says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled in the bed. “It had better be forever. Be safe.”

Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.

I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

How your hands look when you play piano.

Fuck yes. Someone else who agrees piano playing is hot