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Simon’s POV
He's sleeping soundly for a change. The shadows cast by the moon peering through our windows blanket him, making his porcelain skin shine. His body slowly rises and falls, like a melody. I can’t help wonder what his soft, silky black hair would feel like if I drew my fingers between the strands. That's when desperate voices in my mind begin chanting, begging me to touch him. Everything around me bends to the will of these urges, the very air lifting me, carrying me to his bed. Only to drop me onto my knees before him.
My hand has a mind of its own, reaching towards Baz. Holding my nemesis’ face in my palm, when the most terrifying thing happens. He drowsily opens his eyes, and when he realizes what he’s seeing, when he doesn’t feel me pulling away... he recognizes the despair in my eyes. I know this because his own are now wary gray pools of agony. He gulps slowly. “Simon?” I'm not Simon anymore, am I? He would never do this... So, I do the one thing that Simon never had the courage to do.
Baz’s POV
Simon Snow is on his knees next to my bed, his fingers searching the planes of my face. I'm not sure for what though. And the hungry, scared look in his burning blue eyes does nothing to reassure me. I whisper his name, only to see his brows furrow in regret. Not regret about touching me in the depths of the night however, since he only moves closer. Until I can count every freckle and mole on his golden face. Until I can hear his heart beating in my throat. Until I can feel his breath on my own lips. Simon Snow... what are you doing to me?
Then he crashes his lips against mine, setting fire to my soul.