"All the same, he stuffed his mouth with more concha and hot chocolate – if only to keep himself from blurting out that Alex wouldn’t pay rent if he moved in with Henry."
So, the thing about the kiss is, Alex absolutely cannot stop thinking about it. [...] But beneath it all, there's the Prince of England kissing him under a linden tree in the garden, moonlight in his hair, and Alex's insides feel positively molten, and he wants to throw himself down the presidential stairs.
i'm going to do everything i can to make sure nick doesn't have to deal with what i did. i can protect him. i can make sure he never feels pressured or stressed or scared. everything's going to be perfect.