I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And I kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.
We laughed and we talked and looked up at the stars.
“I wished it was raining,” he said.
“I don’t need the rain,” I said. “I need you.”
- Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
















