Carry On (Simon Snow, #1)

by Rainbow Rowell

I don’t know why I say it, and I don’t know why I’m crying all of a sudden.

He opens his eyes, and they’re pools of grey and black and pain. I can’t stand it.

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You’re so alive, Simon Snow. You got my share of it.

And then he kisses me.

I am going to die kissing Simon Snow. Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

Simon Snow is still going to die kissing me. Just not today.

I don’t have to do anything but hold on to Baz; I have to do that.

I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I wonder how long I’ve wanted it.