Apollo

“I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn't have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“In his head, he tries to cobble a list together in a panic, gets as far as, One, Henry’s lips are soft, and short-circuits. He tests leaning into the kiss and is rewarded by Henry’s mouth sliding and opening against his, Henry’s tongue brushing against his, which is, wow. It’s nothing like kissing Nora earlier—nothing like kissing anyone he’s ever kissed in his life. It feels as steady and huge as the ground under their feet, as encompassing of every part of him, as likely to knock the wind out of his lungs. One of Henry’s hands pushes into his hair and grabs it at the roots at the back of his head, and he hears himself make a sound that breaks the breathless silence, and— Just as suddenly, Henry releases him roughly enough that he staggers backward, and Henry’s mumbling a curse and an apology, eyes wide, and he’s spinning on his heel, crunching off through the snow at double time. Before Alex can say or do anything, he’s disappeared around the corner. “Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“To be soft, for me, is so often pretense, and pretense does not come easily while writing to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue