The moonlight moves, a cool slash across the foot of the bed, and August squeezes her eyes shut. There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground. August knows this. But to kiss and be kissed. To be wanted. That’s a different thing from love. And maybe, maybe if she tried, they could have something. Not everything, but something.
Casey McQuiston could very much have doubled down on that dollar and kept writing Alternate Universe - Politics m/m fanfic fusion type novels and instead they wrote a dyke time travel public sex 70s queer history infodump novel and a campy Southern private highschool overachiever rivals to mistrustful girlfriends YA novel and you know what I do respect it
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