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

by Rainbow Rowell

Simon giggles. “I can’t believe we’re in the Catacombs together.” Before I can say anything, he’s pushing me against a stone wall and kissing my neck. “For fuck’s sake, Snow, this is hallowed ground!” “I’m not doing anything to unhallow it.” He keeps kissing me. I rest my arms over his shoulders, letting the roses droop. “New plan,” he says. “We retrace our old steps, and do this all of the places we used to fight.” “That’s everywhere.” “Everywhere, then.” He’s got his arms around my waist, and his chest and hips against mine. This is all my fifth-year fantasies come true: Simon Snow manhandling me in the library, in the Catacombs . . . “We could go up to the tower,” he says. “That’s someone else’s room now.” “It will always be our room more than anyone else’s.” I close my eyes and drop my head onto his shoulder. The wall behind me is cold and damp. Simon is warm. He’s pushing his nose into my collar and biting my throat. “I can’t believe I had you in my room every night,” he says, “and I didn’t take advantage of it.” “You could have had me in your room every night for the last year.” He groans into my collar. “I’m such a twat.” I lift my head up and get my free hand around his jaw. I can see his eyes, his pupils wide as saucers. Can he see me? “Kiss me in the Catacombs, Snow. Unhallow the ground.” “I’ll unhallow your ground,” he says, kissing me. I don’t think he can see me—his mouth lands halfway onto my chin. I’m laughing, making it worse. “You’re absurd,” I say. “Look....