"No, I mean, of course I am," he says. "It definitely stays a secret until after the election. And I know it'll be messy. But if we can get ahead of the narrative, wait for the right time and do it on our own terms, I think it could be okay."

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Consciously? Since, like, the DNC. Subconsciously, in total denial? A long-ass time. At least since you kissed me."

Henry stares at him from the pillow. "That's... kind of incredible."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

"The whole time?"

"Since the Olympics."

"The Olympics." Alex yanks Henry's pillow out from under him. "But thats', that's like --"

"Yes Alex, the day we met, nothing gets past you, does it?" Henry says, reaching to steal the pillow back. "'What about you,' he says, as if he doesn't know--"

"Shut your mouth," Alex says, grinning like an idiot, and he stops fighting Henry for the pillow and instead straddles hima nd kisses him into the mattress. He pulls the blankets up and they disappear into the pile, a laughing mess of mouths and hands, until Henry rolls onto the phone and his ass presses the button on the voicemail.

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit," says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled on the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe."/>

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" You're really not frightened of what might happen"

"No, I mean, of course I am," he says. "It definitely stays a secret until after the election. And I know it'll be messy. But if we can get ahead of the narrative, wait for the right time and do it on our own terms, I think it could be okay."

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Consciously? Since, like, the DNC. Subconsciously, in total denial? A long-ass time. At least since you kissed me."

Henry stares at him from the pillow. "That's... kind of incredible."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

"The whole time?"

"Since the Olympics."

"The Olympics." Alex yanks Henry's pillow out from under him. "But thats', that's like --"

"Yes Alex, the day we met, nothing gets past you, does it?" Henry says, reaching to steal the pillow back. "'What about you,' he says, as if he doesn't know--"

"Shut your mouth," Alex says, grinning like an idiot, and he stops fighting Henry for the pillow and instead straddles hima nd kisses him into the mattress. He pulls the blankets up and they disappear into the pile, a laughing mess of mouths and hands, until Henry rolls onto the phone and his ass presses the button on the voicemail.

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit," says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled on the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe. "

― Casey McQuiston , Red, White & Royal Blue

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Casey McQuiston quote : You're really not frightened of what might happen
"No, I mean, of course I am," he says. "It definitely stays a secret until after the election. And I know it'll be messy. But if we can get ahead of the narrative, wait for the right time and do it on our own terms, I think it could be okay."

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

"Consciously? Since, like, the DNC. Subconsciously, in total denial? A long-ass time. At least since you kissed me."

Henry stares at him from the pillow. "That's... kind of incredible."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

"The whole time?"

"Since the Olympics."

"The Olympics." Alex yanks Henry's pillow out from under him. "But thats', that's like --"

"Yes Alex, the day we met, nothing gets past you, does it?" Henry says, reaching to steal the pillow back. "'What about you,' he says, as if he doesn't know--"

"Shut your mouth," Alex says, grinning like an idiot, and he stops fighting Henry for the pillow and instead straddles hima nd kisses him into the mattress. He pulls the blankets up and they disappear into the pile, a laughing mess of mouths and hands, until Henry rolls onto the phone and his ass presses the button on the voicemail.

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit," says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled on the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>
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