"Please," I murmured, fingers curling into his waistband and tugging it down around the top of his thighs. Setting my palms on his bare hips, I looked up at him with naked adoration. My lips parted, I said, "Give it to me."

One corner of my lips twitched into a faint grin. Even in these moments, when we were playing a part for each other, we were still inescapably ourselves.

Elio and Oliver. Two that were one in all the ways that mattered.