Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.
Who has he ever had to love him? Ever?In the hall stood Richard Campbell Gansey III in his school uniform and overcoat and scarf and gloves, looking like someone from another world. Behind him was Ronan Lynch, his damn tie knotted right for once and his shirt tucked in (…) Adam could see that Gansey was a little out of breath. Ronan, behind him, was as well.They had run. For him.
happy belated birthday, puck ♥
and that’s how it works, that’s how you get the (boy boy)
Most romantic YA novel I’ve ever read, tbh.