Joseph

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

“He was holding up ties to me, having already decided on the dark blue shirt I’d wear. It was, I swear this is true, like Art was dressing me slowly, only a little at a time, the way some people eat every part of a piece of cake separately, like he was savoring the experience bit by bit.”
― Kris Ripper, Book Boyfriend: A Witty Friends to Lovers MM Romantic Comedy

“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