Kim

“there's a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. pinched and worried like you're afraid you're forgetting something. i used to hate it. used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.

but i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.

this thing, your mouth, its place. it's what you do when you're trying not to give yourself away. not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Alex forgets, momentarily, about the pancakes and everything else, not because he wants to do absolutely filthy things to Henry—maybe even with the apron still on—but because he loves him, and isn't that wild, to know that that's what makes the filthy things so good.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“It’s unpredictable and it’s intoxicating and it’s fun, because Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he—well, Henry is a challenge, head to toe, beginning to end.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“He reaches up and touches a thumb to Alex's cheekbone. "I'm not...good at saying these things like you are, but. I've always thought...ever since I knew about me, and even before, when I could sense I was different—and, after everything the past few years, all the mad things my head does—I've always thought of myself as a problem that deserved to stay hidden. Never quite trusted myself, or what I wanted. Before you, I was all right letting everything happen to me. I honestly have never thought I deserved to choose." His hand moves, fingertips brushing a curl behind Alex's ear. "But you treat me like I do.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue