Wayward Son (Simon Snow, #2)

by Rainbow Rowell

“Surprise!” Baz singsongs. “It’s your ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend and that girl you never liked very much!”

He’s lovely. A bit of a sad mess. Dull and pale and rough round the edges. But still so lovely.

Myself, most of all.

May he rest in pain.

“Please don’t choke to death, Bunce. Imagine the humiliation of dying at The Cheesecake Factory.”

or whether I’m some kind of Baz-only-sexual.

“Not yet,” he says.

I want to warm him by hand. By heat, by cheek, by stomach.

Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?

My favourite part of kissing Simon when he’s cold is the way he goes warm in my hands.

I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein.

I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.

Simon, Simon …

You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up every morning and tell myself … I’d tell myself …

“Simon … love … get up.

This will end in flames.