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

by Rainbow Rowell

Simon takes a sandwich as soon as I do, and shoves most of it into his mouth. He bites down, and his face lights up. He’s kissing my cheek now, holding his tea out to the side, so it won’t spill. “What’s that about?” I ask. He noses at my ear. Softly: “There’s butter on these ham sandwiches.” “I thought you liked them that way.” He nips at me. “I do.” Then he pulls back, still smiling. What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way. “I haven’t eaten since last night,” he says, taking another sandwich. “I haven’t eaten since the train yesterday.” “That’s not true, you had rats.” “I didn’t eat them,” I say. “Maybe you should. There’d be less waste.” “Maybe you should eat them. Then it could be something we do together.” Snow laughs. He’s curling towards me as he eats. His legs are tucked up, and he’s leaning on me, his left wing pushing behind my shoulder. I move forward a bit, and he spreads it out, wrapping it around my back. The inside of his wings is softer than the outside. It’s rather like being wrapped in a suede blanket.