“Right.” He rubs his face. “Right. It is. I’m sorry. I wish I were more confident. I’m not really built for this.” I breathe out a laugh. He scowls at me. “What?” “How can you be insecure, Baz? You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.” “They run on different tracks.” I laugh again. “I’m going to sleep in your bed,” he says, like it’s a legal declaration. “All right.” “Until you tell me you don’t want me to.” “Or until you don’t want to,” I say. “That might be never, Snow.” “All right.” Baz looks down, smiling with one side of his mouth, his eyelashes stark against his cheeks. I get under
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