Joseph

“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

“Michael looks at me for a long time. I can hear my heart pounding through the seconds, so loud I’m half convinced he can hear it too. And then he takes a step forward, tentatively, like he’s giving me a chance to change my mind. His fingers run along my jaw and he leans down and he kisses me again. I reach up and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck. I feel weightless and like I’m careening over a cliff at the same time. He pulls away and I let him go. I wait, holding my breath.”
― Edward Underhill, The In-Between Bookstore

“I loved being Sohrab’s friend. I loved who being Sohrab’s friend made me.”
― Adib Khorram, Darius the Great Is Not Okay