I think I might kiss him before I send him flying. (Can I get him away from me without breaking any of his bones? What spell will keep him away, so he doesn’t come running back into the fire?) I think I might kiss him. He’s right here. And his lips are hanging open (mouth breather) and his eyes are alive, alive, alive. You’re so alive, Simon Snow. You got my share of it. He shakes his head, and he’s saying something, and I think I might kiss him. Because I’ve never kissed anyone before. (I was afraid I might bite.) And I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone but him. (I won’t bite. I won’t hurt him.)
