Kallie Emblidge

“They’re both red-faced and sweat-damp, standing in each other’s space with nowhere to hide. There’s some feeling bubbling up inside of Oliver, bigger than he can cope with, but he doesn’t know where it’s coming from or what it means. Leo’s constellations of freckles have collided together where his face is pinched up with emotion, mouth smushed into a tight line. Oliver couldn’t tear his eyes away from him if he tried. Unbidden, he reaches out, unsure if he means to push Leo away again or pull him closer, fight him or hold him.”
― Kallie Emblidge, Two Left Feet