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Simon
Baz is everywhere. His lips are on mine. Baz is kissing me. Baz , who just tried to get a Chimera to kill me. Baz , who pushed me down the stairs. Baz , who tried to steal my voice. He’s kissing me and I’m burning up from the inside. I think I’m about to go off. In what way, I don’t know.
Blood is rising to my cheeks and flowing down, down, down , Baz is gripping my waist, scrunching up my shirt. Baz is kissing down my neck and overwhelming me. I thought I wanted to punch him. I do want to punch him. Right in the mouth. With my lips. Is that a thing?
How did we get here? I wonder. One moment I was entering our room, furious after Baz made eyes at Agatha through dinner. The next moment, he had me pinned against the wall.
I don’t mind, though .
I think, maybe it has all been leading up to this moment. Our animosity towards one another. The needing to rile each other up. The begging for a reaction. I think I always just wanted him like this. Desperate for me. I think about him, about our countless confrontations, I think about the Catacombs and how
human
he was that night. I think about his hands running up and down my chest, and
when
did he open my shirt? He sucks a mark into my neck before pushing me onto my bed. And then I stop thinking.