alex gagnon

“The minutes and hours fade away when I'm kissing Josh Templeman. There's no arc of the sun rising into the sky, no emptying hot water tank, no checkout time. He takes his time with me. He's a rare man; achieving the almost impossible. He kisses me into the present moment.”
― Sally Thorne

“The sight must have been truly something because before I knew what was happening, Aaron's shoulders shook a couple of times, his stance broke, and one of his hands went to the back of his neck as his head dipped. I couldn't see his face, so I had no clue of what was going on. All money was on him bursting in frustration and anger and turning into the Hulk. And just when I was about to really star worrying, he lifted back that raven-haired head of his and revealed something I would never have bet on.
The biggest, widest, and handsomest smile was splitting his expression. Wrinkling the corners of his eyes. Transforming him into a man my own eyes couldn't take in fast enough. A man I had never seen before. One who was beginning to make it really, really hard for me to hate him.
My own face lit up at the sight. I felt my cheeks tense with my answering grin - one just as big, just as wide, just as unexpected.
And the Aaron started laughing. His head tilted back, and his shoulders shook with laughter. And he was doing it on a stage, in front of all these people and in front of me, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Neither did I, apparently. Because in that moment, the only this I could focus on, think of, care about was Aaron's unexpected and glorious smile and laughter. So much that my fingers itched to pull out my phone and snap a photo so I had proof that this had happened. So I could revisit the moment - in which Aaron Blackford, someone who had the power to irritate me with nothing but a word, had fucking lit up the place with a smile he had kept locked up from me ever since I met him - whenever I wanted.”
― Elena Armas

“Snowfall isn’t like rainfall. Rain is passion. It’s a scream. It’s my hair sticking to my face as I wrap my arms around him. It’s spontaneous, and it’s loud.
Snowfall is like a secret. It’s whispers and firelight and searching for his warmth between the sheets at two a.m. when the rest of the house is asleep.
It’s holding him tightly and loving him slowly.”
― Penelope Douglas, Credence

“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend."
I'm so ridiculously in love. I decide to try it out loud. "I'm in love with Joshua Templeman."
His reply is a whisper in my ear. "Finally.”
― Sally Thorne