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Baz
“Okay, so let me get this straight.” Bunce says. She’s pacing the room (as she does), her hands running through her still wet hair. Shepard doesn’t look nearly as shocked as she. He’s still eating, silently taking a sushi roll to his mouth.
“Nothing about this,” Simon says, pointing first at him then at myself, “is straight.”
Shepard chokes on his roll. Penelope stops, staring at Simon with her mouth hanging open. I blink twice before turning to look at him.
He’s grinning.
“Please. Tell me the anesthesia will wear off soon.” Bunce says, looking at me. I shrug.
“I don’t know.”
She sighs, and sits back on her chair. She leans forward, towards Simon.
“Simon. You found your parents.”
“I did. They’re dead though.” I sigh, pressing a hand to his thigh. Simon puts his hand on top of mine. “It’s fine. I mean. It’s not fine that I’ll never meet my mom.” He sniffs, and rubs his nose with his forearm (I should find that gross.) (I don’t). “But… The Mage was there for years. He told me all this stuff about magic and mages and how I was the Chosen One or whatever, but he never once thought to mention he was my father. So maybe, it’s better this way.” He shrugs. “It’s like you said. Maybe him being dead was the only way he could stop hurting me.”
I frown.
High-Simon is way deeper than Regular-Simon. Even if his words are slurred and he makes a thousand pauses between them.
I lean forward and kiss his temple. Our hands are still joined on top of his thigh, and he squeezes.
“But you have a family, don’t you?” Shepard asks then. He’s still eating. It’s like there’s another Simon. (Not related, this time).
“I do. My grandmother, my uncle and his daughter, my cousin. She’s named after my mum.” Simon says. He puts up a finger for each one of them, counting like a kid. It’s adorable.
“I can’t believe Lucy Salisbury was your mother. She was best friends with my mother! What were the odds?”
“It is weird.” I agree.
“I should tell my mum…” Penelope whispers. “She should know.”
“Yeah.” Simon nods. “You tell her. She didn’t need more reasons to hate him, but there you go.”
“Not that he doesn’t deserve it.” Shepard comments. The three of us look at him. “What? You only say shit about him. I’ve formed my own opinion.”
Penelope sighs, and shakes her head, and looks back at us.
“My mom first told me about her during Christmas break. That Christmas break.” She means the Christmas Simon and I got together. The Christmas Simon killed The Mage. “She showed us this picture of the three of them, back in Watford. She looked happy.” She shrugs, and then giggles. “Agatha named her dog ‘Lucy’, after her.”
Simon snorts. He’s put his legs up on the sofa, and is leaning on my side. I know he’s about to collapse and fall asleep right where he is.
“My cousin is named after her.” He says, again. “And she went off.”
Penelope nods.
“Right, that. Why do you think that is?”
I shrug, sighing.
“We’re not sure, but Jamie – Simon’s uncle – did tell us her magic shifted around the same time Simon lost his magic. It’s too weird of a coincidence not to be related.”
“We don’t know if she sucks it, though.” Simon says. Then, he giggles. “The magic. Not…” He shudders, pressing closer to me. “I don’t like that joke anymore. She’s young.”
“She’s two years younger than us. She’s a legal adult. She could order a beer if she wanted.”
Simon gasps (because apparently, I’ve said something so wrong).
“She will not! She’s just a child.”
“Simon, we were together when we were her age. And just two months before that, you were with Agatha.”
“But we didn’t suck anything back then!” He complains. I feel Penelope and Shepard looking at us, and if there was any blood left in my body, I’d be blushing.
“Simon. Let’s re-focus. We’ll talk about this later, all right?” I say, placing my hands on his shoulders. He huffs, then leans back onto me. Soon enough, his fingers are tracing patterns in my stomach. I look at Penelope. “I don’t think she’s creating any holes, like Simon did. Her magic doesn’t feel nearly as powerful. But I do think she’s got more than her body can handle. Maybe that’s why she’s going off. Still, maybe you should ask your father. He knows more about the holes than anyone else.”
Bunce nods, then looks at Simon.
“You guys should stay the night. Simon’s old bedroom is a mess because Shepard is moving in, but…”
I nod.
“It’s fine.” I shake Simon a little. “Love, it’s time for bed.”
“Carry me.” Simon demands, in his little voice. I sigh.
I take him between my arms, bride-style, and walk to his old bedroom. I place him in the bed, and then I go back to the living room and greet our friends good night. When I go back to the room, Simon has taken off his jeans.
Since he got his wings off, he’s started to sleep the same way he did back at Watford: folded into a ball, his hands under his head, his knees almost touching his forehead.
I take off my pants, too, and lay behind him, placing my arm around his waist. I hide my face on his hair, taking in his smell. He presses closer to me.
“Good night.” He mumbles. I press a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Good night, love.”
Simon
I wake up the next morning and look around. I’m in my old room – the one I had when I still lived with Penny. There’s a body plastered to mine, and I glance on top of my shoulder to see Baz sleeping.
His face is relaxed, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open a little. I like him like this – when he’s vulnerable, not pretending. I’ve gotten to see him like this more and more lately. It’s good. We’re good.
It feels surreal.
Baz has barely slept here. In this bed, with me. I don’t think he ever did, not once.
The first couple of months after Penny and I moved here weren’t as bad. I wasn’t as bad. Baz would come over all the time (although he always did. It’s just that most times, it was just me who was too depressed to do anything other than watch TV and wait for him to get bored of looking at how pathetic I was). We had a fair number of make out sessions in this bed, before I started panicking every time he touched me. This is where we tried to have sex for the first time (I panicked. I still do, but it’s better).
But this is the first time Baz and I have slept here, simply enjoying each other’s company. Simply basking in the warmth of being together.
I shift, turning around so we’re face to face. I think I wake him up, because his breath hitches and a frown makes an appearance on his forehead. I press a kiss to his nose.
“Good morning.” I whisper. Baz groans, and he hides his face on my neck. I laugh a little.
Baz is really clingy. I guess we both are. I don’t know if we’ll ever leave the so-called “honeymoon phase”. I hope we don’t.
“‘Morning.” He mumbles, leaving a kiss on my collarbone.
“I’m hungry.” I say. Baz laughs.
“Of course you are.”
Finally, he looks up at me. His grey eyes stare into mine, and I wonder how many times they had done this, before I realized this was the sight I wanted to watch while I die.
Maybe I didn’t realize earlier because it was a given – that Baz would kill me. That his face would be the last thing I ever saw.
“I love you.” I whisper. I’m better at saying this kind of stuff now. Baz says it’s because I’m right when I say I always work better when I don’t think.
“I love you, too.” He says, and kisses my cheek. “Let’s see if Bunce wants to feed you.”
We get up. (He helps me, because my back and the base of my tail, that’s still there, even if just a couple inches, are sore as Hell in the morning).
When we go out, the living room wall has turned into a blackboard. I smile at the familiar words. “ What we know .” “ What we don’t know .” Penny is on top of a chair, chalk in hand, writing something in the “What we know” column. Shepard, with a glass of milk between his hands, stares at her.
Baz scoffs, placing his hands on his waist. (It’s then I realize we’re both only wearing our boxers. I know Penny doesn't mind about my half-nakedness, but I don’t know what she thinks about Baz’s. Or what Shepard will say).
“This sure takes me back to better places.” Baz says, stepping (he’s barefoot) closer to the wall. “Before my home was destroyed, remember, Snow?”
“Hey, I have enough with your parents hating me for that.” I complain.
“His parents would hate you even if you hadn’t destroyed their home.” Penny observes.
She’s right. Half right, I think. I know Mr Grimm hates me with a passion because I’m sleeping with his son and I also happen to be a man. But Baz told me that Daphne said she was okay with me dropping by if I ever wanted to.
I wonder if Baz would want to take me there for Christmas.
I wonder if Baz would want me to take him to my grandmother’s for Christmas.
I wonder if I’m thinking too far ahead. (It’s September, bloody hell).
“You destroyed Baz’s home?” Shepard asks. I walk towards him (he has a bag of biscuits, and I’m hungry. Let the nerds fill in their dear board).
“Kind of. The house is still there. But I sucked the magic out of there, so they can’t really live there now.” I say, as I grab the pastries from his hands. He hums.
“You would’ve liked it.” Penny says. “It was cursed.”
“Ha, ha.” Shepard says, rolling his eyes. He’s not wearing his glasses, nor a T-shirt. I guess being the home owner’s boyfriend has its perks.
Although I’m not completely dressed either.
“Simon, you should check on Lucy. See if she’s feeling any better.” Baz says, not looking at me. I sigh.
“Can’t we just go over later? I don’t like talking on the phone.”
“Nor texting.” Baz points out.
“My grandmother doesn’t text , Baz.” I say, taking a bit out of another biscuit.
“I bet Lucy does.” He says. He’s writing something on the blackboard – not even looking at me.
“Well I don’t have her number, do I?”
“You should ask for it.”
“Why are you trying to hook me up with my cousin ?”
“I just think it’s sensible.” It’s like he’s not even paying attention. He’s tapping his chalk on his leg, looking up at the blackboard. “I have Dev’s number, don’t I?”
“You’ve known him since we were ten!”
“Still.” He says, shrugging. I groan.
“I will next time I see her. There, happy?”
“Thrilled.”
He goes back to the blackboard (technically, he never left it), and mumbles something to Penny, who nods and writes something else down.
“Are they always like this?” Shepard asks, pointing at Baz and Penny.
“They’re nerds.” I answer. “So yeah.”
He smiles, offering me another biscuit. I take it.
Baz
We go back to Simon’s apartment after he’s stuffed in biscuits, and Penelope and I have filled the blackboard.
“I’m going to shower.” He says against my lips, pushing me against the front door as soon as it’s closed. “I’m still grimmy from the procedure from yesterday.”
“All right.” I reply. I lean forwards, pressing my lips against his.
He kisses back, tugging at my shirt.
“I need to shower too.” I pant, between kisses.
“Yeah?” He asks. His lips are still pressed against mine as he does, his nose brushing against mine, his eyes closed.
“Mhm.” I try to nod. “Slept on this shirt…” He kisses me again. “Need to change.”
“Hm.” Simon says. His hands are on my hips, his lips against mine. He keeps tugging upwards at my shirt, his knuckles brushing my stomach. I moan. “You think there’ll be enough hot water?”
I laugh. “It’s summer.”
“Just shower with me, Baz.” He growls. I kiss him again.
“Okay.”
After our shower, Simon sits naked on the bed, arms crossed.
“Simon, you’re acting like a kid.” I say. He looks away, pouting, and I sigh.
“You always tell me what to wear. Why can’t you wear what I choose for once?” He asks. I roll my eyes, and sit on the bed in front of him.
“Because, love. You know you’re my favorite person ever.” He nods. “And I love you so much.” He nods again. “But you have the worst taste.”
He sighs, and slumps backwards on the bed. I laugh, laying on top of him.
“But if you let me, just this once…”
“We’d end up in your grandmother’s house in trackies.”
He groans. I place my head on his chest, and his hands fly to my hair. I smile, rubbing my nose on the space between his pecs.
“Remember when I went to your house, and you were wearing jeans?” He says. I laugh.
“Yeah.”
“I had never seen you wearing jeans.” He tugs at my hair. “And they made your butt look so good.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Can you wear jeans today? Black jeans.”
“I suppose I can.” I reply, pressing a kiss to his nipple. He sighs.
“And a white T-shirt. The one with the V-neck.”
I move so that we’re facing each other. I can feel every inch of his body against mine (except because I’m wearing boxers. I’m not a heathen, like my boyfriend), and it’s warm , so warm.
“Simon, we’re going to your grandmother’s.”
“I don’t care. They know you’re mine.”
He kisses me, again. I could never get tired of this.
I end up putting on the black jeans, and the white T-shirt. Simon makes me wear his Converse. He snaps a picture, and sends it to Penelope.
“She says you look straight.” He speaks up.
“I’m taking it off.”
“Babe, no!”
Simon
I end up wearing the outfit I chose for Baz. I wish it was winter so I could wear my leather jacket on top, just like Danny Zuko. I’d steal Baz’s Ray-Ban’s too, make it a whole costume.
“What if I were Danny Zuko for Halloween?” I tell Baz when we enter the Tube. (He’s wearing one of his suits, a red one. He looks gorgeous).
“I suppose you can. Do you want me to be Sandy, or something?”
“I don’t think blond would suit you, but okay.”
Baz laughs, and presses a kiss to my hairline. I like that he’s taller than me.
I like everything about him.
“Maybe when you go back to class I could try and get my license. Have it before Christmas so we both can drive the new car I’m buying for you.”
Baz hums. He’s looking at my hair, and I know it’s because he wants to run his fingers through it.
“You could start sooner. I’d like to help you practice.”
“Okay. I like to drive with you.”
Baz smiles.
“We’ll have to steal Fiona’s car.” He says. I nod.
“I’m okay with that.”
We get to my grandmother’s, and she opens the door for us.
“Simon, Baz! Come in, my darlings.” She says.
We walk inside, and follow her to the kitchen. Lucy is there, having a stare contest with the oven.
“Lucy, we have guests.” Ruth says. Lucy looks at us, gives us a nod, and goes back to the oven. “She’s baking.” My grandmother explains.
“Is there any lemon cake from the other day?” I ask. Baz sighs besides me. “What? it’s your favourite.”
“I’ll bring you two some.” Ruth says, and goes to the living room. I hear the clatter of plates, so I guess she’s taking them from the pretty crystal displayer she has there.
“How are you?” I ask Lucy, as I turn to face her.
Her long hair is on a big bun on the top of her head. She’s not wearing any makeup, and I think she’s not wearing pants either. She’s just on a long pink T-shirt and socks, sitting in front of the oven.
“I’m fine. I think. Yesterday I was super hungry, and tired, but today it’s…” She raises her hand, and waves it a little. “Eh.”
I hum, and sit besides her.
“I used to be super hungry and tired when it happened to me, too.”
“Grandma told me what you guys told her and my dad.” She says. She leans back, taking in a big breath. “I hope this doesn’t mean I’m the next Chosen One. My plans for this week were getting drunk at pubs and hoping my cousin would introduce me to someone hot.” She eyes Baz, who’s still standing over the kitchen door. “Preferably someone he’s not banging.”
“First of all, don’t look at my boyfriend like that.” I say. She rolls her eyes. “Second of all… I don’t think you’re the Chosen One.”
“You’re most probably not.” Baz continues. He walks to us, still standing. He places a hand on my head, playing with my curls. “Being around Simon when we were kids… It was like I was a moth, and he was the light. It was like if he was there, I couldn’t be anywhere but besides him. His magic called onto mine, made me want to be right by his side all the time, even if it killed me. And it did; because once you were with him, it suffocated you. He was so powerful it made you feel dizzy.” He turns, looking at her. “That’s not what happens with you. I can feel your power, but it’s not half as much as Simon’s.”
“We think maybe, you have power that’s not yours. And your body can’t handle it, and that’s why you go off. It’s what happened to me.”
“What we don’t know is how that power ended up in your body. Or how to get it out.”
“Our friend Penny’s dad used to control everything related to the holes the Humdrum used to create. She’s going to talk about him, see if there are any new holes or any holes that are growing, and if you made them. We’ll figure it out.”
Lucy sucks in her lower lip. She turns back to the oven, and nods.
“Fine.” Standing up, she turns to look at me and Baz. “I made chocolate cake, if you want some.”
I stand up.
“Yes, I do want some.”
Penelope
“Mum, Dad! I’m home!” I yell as soon as we get to my house.
“In the kitchen!” My mother answers. I walk to the kitchen, Shepard right behind me.
Pip is in the living room, watching TV. Shepard waves at him as we walk by, but he’s unimpressed.
“Hello, Mum.” I say. She’s sitting at the kitchen table, her laptop in hand. It’s weird to catch her home lately. Especially now that the school year is about to start.
“Hello, Penny.” She says, not looking up from the screen. “Shepard, any new curses?”
“No, Dr. Bunce. Penny removed every summoning right from my person.”
“That’s good. There’s ice cream in the fridge.”
Shepard looks at me, and I roll my eyes, nodding, and getting the ice cream for him. He blows me a kiss as I hand it to him.
My mother has warmed up to him, since everything with Smith-Richards at Watford happened, and since she realised he can’t be spelled stupid. And that he’s too relentless.
“How’s Simon?” She asks.
“That’s why we’re here.” I answer. She smiles.
“What a surprise…”
“He’s not in trouble. We think.” I say. I nod at Shepard, and sit by my mother. He sits in front of me, eating his ice cream. “Mum, it’s important.” I say, grabbing her forearm. She looks up at me.
“I’m sure, honey, but I’m trying to…”
“Mum,” I interrupt her. “Simon found his parents.”
“ Oh .” She says. She looks at Shepard, who nods, lips stained with cream, and then at me. “How…”
“An Excalibur sword.” I roll my eyes. “Give it to Simon to find his family through weaponry.”
My mother smiles a little, and she closes her laptop, looking at me.
“So? Who are they?”
I sigh.
“Lucy Salisbury and… David Cadwallader.” My mother’s mouth and eyes open widely. I continue before she can interrupt me. “He helped Lady Salisbury find her son; Jamie. And the other day, he just picked up the sword from their table.” I sigh. “Mum, Lucy… She didn’t go to America. She passed away. Simon and Baz say there’s a painting of her in the Catacombs of Watford, that maybe The Mage buried her there. I’m so sorry.”
My mum has her hands on her face, covering her mouth. Shepard has stopped eating the ice cream.
“I can’t believe… Merlin.” She says, finally. “Lucy and Davy… God, he was such… I can’t believe he misused his own son like that. I wish he came back from the dead so I could kill him again. Poor Simon… how did he take it?”
“The part of his mother and father being dead… Bad. The part of The Mage being his father, worse. But he’s been going to Lady Salisbury’s often, and I think he likes it there. So he has his grandmother, and his uncle, and now a cousin who has come from America.”
She looks at Shepard, then at me.
“Another American?”
“Yes. Jamie’s daughter, apparently. She lived there, but is coming here for university. That’s the other thing we wanted to tell you and Dad about. Lucy went off the other day, like Simon used to.” She raises her eyebrows. “We don’t think that she’s the Chosen One, or anything; but do you think it’s possible that, maybe, she’s got more magic than she could handle?”
“What do you mean?”
“Simon’s uncle said she wasn’t so powerful before. But a little under two years ago, there was a… shift in her magic, and now she’s got so much more magic than before. It was around Christmas 2015.”
“Huh. Around the same time Simon lost his magic, then?” I nod.
“Exactly. Simon threw back a lot of magic to the atmosphere, no? That magic had to go somewhere. It didn’t fill the holes, or we’d know. So, where did it go?”
My mother leans back, crossing her arms on her chest.
“You think it’s in that girl?”
“Partly. Baz says her magic doesn’t feel the same way Simon did. Not as powerful. But still too much for her.”
“I see… You should take this up to your father. He should know where the stolen magic went back. He’s upstairs, if you want to go now.”
I look at Shepard. He shrugs.
“I could eat ice cream all day.”
I sigh.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
Shepard
My relationship with Penny’s mum… It’s not the easiest one I’ve had. She’s like Penny, only worse. I think she not only hates that I’m not a Mage, but that I’m an American.
At least she’s not a racist.
“How was America, Shepard?” She asks, once Penny is done. It’s kind of an empty question, because she’s back at checking her laptop.
She’s a busy woman, after all.
“It was great. Penny met my mom and my sister. I think they went along well.” She hums.
“Anything I should know?”
“No, Dr. Bunce. There were no incidents this time. No one ended up on Youtube.”
“That’s better than last time, then.”
“I guess.”
“Mum!” A tiny voice screams from the living room. The little kid who was in the living room – the same kid I saw the first time I came to the Bunce’s – enters the kitchen. “Mum, I– hey! Why can Penny’s boyfriend have ice cream on weekdays?”
“Because he’s an adult, and goes to bed when he’s asked to, unlike you. What do you need, honey?”
“Can I go over to Mike’s to play his new video game?”
Dr. Bunce sighs, pinching her nose. “Sure, honey. Be back before dark, though, okay?”
“Yes, Mum.”
The kid leaves. I hum.
“I thought magickal kids’s play dates would be them casting spells at each other.”
“That’s incredibly dangerous. And something you definitely shouldn’t know about.” Dr. Bunce says. I sigh.
“There are too many things I probably shouldn’t know about.” I say, with a smile. “But it’s a little late now for that.”
Dr. Bunce hums.
“How did it start, anyway? How did you even… find out about this?”
I smile.
“Well. There was this tree in our backyard. It had been there forever. It was so big it gave shade to the whole backyard, and it never lost its leaves. My grandmother – she lived with us; was the one who took care of it. She died during my last year of high school. After that, the tree just… Gave up. It started dying, so fast. None of us understood what happened. One night, I was coming back from a party, I saw this… figure, hanging around the tree. it was ethereal, I… I couldn’t really see it. I think it was a magickal shield.” Dr. Bunce nods. She’s looking at me, really looking at me, listening to the whole story. “I think it was a fairy, or a fey. Maybe a nymph. I… I don’t know. But after that night, the tree went back to health. It was… It was a miracle, wasn’t it? It healed that tree. It was doomed, but it healed it. Like Penelope did with me.” I say, looking down at my arms.
Dr. Bunce leans back, taking in a sharp breath.
“I see. You’re a very interesting Normal, Shepard.” She shakes her head. “A Normal in Watford. Sitting in my kitchen. I can’t even…”
“Simon Snow has been at Watford. And sitting in your kitchen.” I smile, softly. She shakes her head again.
“Simon Snow is not a Normal. He… Gave up his gift for the greater good. There’s a lot of courage in that. What Simon did… I don’t know if every Mage would have done it. He deserves back much more than what we have given him.” She sighs. “He never deserved anything he went through. He was just a kid. Penny and him… Well, it’s water under the bridge now, isn’t it? They’re safe and…” She stares right at me, and I gulp. “You better keep her safe, Shepard. Keep her grounded. And don’t you get yourself into any more trouble, either.” She stands up, taking her laptop with her. “I’ll find out!”
I gulp again. Someone is at the door. It’s Penny’s little sister. I think her name is Priya.
“You must’ve got it baaad for Pen.” She says, then tsks. “Men.”
I mean. She’s not wrong.
Baz
Lucy’s cake is as terrible as her accent.
Still, Simon eats it all.
I’m not sure if it’s because he’s Simon or because it’s Lucy’s.
“Is there any lemon cake left?” He asks, after he’s finished with the chocolate one.
“Simon, no. No more cake.” I say. “You’ve had enough for this month.”
“But…”
“Love, no. You’ll get a stomach ache.”
Simon rolls his eyes, and slums backwards on the couch. He winces at the movement.
“Be careful with the scars.”
“I know, I know…” He sighs.
Lady Salisbury left a while ago, saying she was going to the Club, and Jamie has been out all day, apparently. (Hopefully not chasing another Chosen One wannabe). Lucy is sitting in front of us. She’s still on her first slice of cake, looking at us. She scrunches her nose (Simon’s never done that, I think. Not like that, always when he’s angry).
“You guys are cute.” She says, and takes another bite off the cake.
“It took us a while to get there.” I admit. “He wanted to kill me.”
“ You wanted to kill me . I was defending myself.”
I gasp, clearly faking it. “That is not true.”
“You pushed me down the stairs!”
“It was an accident!” I sigh. I lean closer to him, my arm around his shoulders, and I look at Lucy. She’s still smiling softly at us. “When do you start classes?” I ask her.
“Next week. Kind of nervous about it, to be honest.” I hum. “New school, new city. You get it.”
“Many people will be new there. It’s alright. I was nervous too.”
“What are you doing? At uni, I mean.”
“I started with Economics, but now I think I might change towards Education. I’d like to teach at Watford at some point in my life, after all.”
“You’d be great with the littluns.” Simon murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“And you?” I ask her. She shrugs.
“I don’t know. I’m still deciding. I’ll see what I like more during this first semester and try to stick to it.”
“Good choice. Your future is something you should really think through.”
Simon nods besides me.
I look at Lucy, and then at him.
“Maybe we could invite her over tonight?” I suggest, whispering in his ear. “It’d be nice for her to have some friends.”
Simon nods.
“Lucy. Do you want to have dinner at my apartment tonight? Some friends are coming over, too. And you can stay the night. I have a sofa!”
Lucy giggles, scrunching her nose again.
“I like sofas.” She says. “Yeah, I’ll go.”
“Cool!” He looks at me. “I’ve never had a girl over.” He jokes, and I roll my eyes.
“Penny’s spent the night.”
“Mhm. With her boyfriend. They probably were shagging on our floor.” I tilt my head, grimacing. “We were. Kinda. Sorta.”
“Okay. I don’t need to know anything about your sex life.” Lucy says, standing up. “I’ll go change. Please don’t fuck on my grandmother’s couch.”
I lean back as she goes up the stairs. As soon as she was out of sight, Simon was all over me. His arms around my neck, his lips on mine, sitting on my lap, his legs bracketing my thighs. His tongue is down my throat, and I moan.
“Lucy just told us not to have sex on the couch.”
“She’ll be back before we get to it.” Simon says, smiling against my lips. “Come on, Pitch. Live a little.”
I snort. What I wouldn’t give to do just that.