I wake up in the middle of the night. I'm not sure what time it is, but I see him sleeping--oh Crowley, he's beautiful--and I see that it's dark outside. I can't fall asleep, I don't really want to, with the most beautiful creature ever to exist lying right beside me. So I decide that instead I will just watch him.
Moonlight hitting the most beautiful mess of bronze hair I've ever seen.
His hands looking so soft and holdable.
His lips so gorgeous and I want to kiss them, but I don't want to wake him.
His moles.
His moles.
He moves suddenly and I'm frightened I woke him. But he settles down and I can see he's still asleep.
I can't believe it.
I've done it.
I got him.
He's here.
Simon Snow.
Simon Snow.
