I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me."
"No," he said.
"Kiss me."
"No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.

I wished it was raining," he said.
"I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

There are worst things in life than kissing boys.