Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

I can’t help but laugh once he has them on. His eyes look huge and blinky behind the thick lenses. I slide my arms around his waist. “Look at you, all specky.” He frowns down at me. He’s only three inches taller, but I swear he stretches it out to six when he feels like it. He looks like a very handsome, very judgy owl. “Kiss me,” I say. “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone with glasses.” “Bunce was right there . . .” “You look like a steampunk vampire.” “That’s absurd—” I kiss him. It is absurd. I can’t even see the glasses like this. I pull away just enough that I can. Baz cocks an eyebrow above the frames. “I don’t think this is what Lady Salisbury had in mind when she lent us her heirloom reading glasses.” “I don’t think she’d mind. She seems like she likes a good time.” “Really. You think she’s up to party.” “You know what I mean . . .” I kiss him again quickly. “I’ve never kissed you in the library. Think of all the places we could have kissed if we’d figured this out sooner.” He looks up at my forehead, threading one hand into my hair. His grey eyes are enormous. “If you’d figured it out sooner . . .” I could argue with him, tease him, return his serve. But I don’t want to. I push him back against a bookshelf and kiss him some more. My hands are on his waist. I can feel his skin, cool through his cotton shirt. Baz is wearing another long-sleeved button-down. (I don’t think the heat ever bothers him, even when the sun does.) This one’s got brown and blue stripes, but ...