Libro Rojo - Blanco Y Sangre Azul

“Now,” Alex said, loud enough for the microphones to catch, “we stop pretending we were ever meant to be enemies.”

The first time Alex Claremont-Diaz kissed Henry, it was an accident of geography and gravity. A wedding, a champagne tower, a wall that felt too solid behind his back. Henry’s mouth was softer than he’d imagined—which infuriated him, because he had never imagined it at all. (Liar, whispered a voice that sounded like June.) libro rojo blanco y sangre azul

The photograph ran everywhere. They called it a scandal, a crisis, an embarrassment. “Now,” Alex said, loud enough for the microphones