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hotel room

Baz

As much as I'd like to lie, I can't say I'm very happy when Snow and I walk inside our hotel room and find there's two beds. I don't know what I expected, this being a school trip. Maybe I had been wishing for a king sized bed for the two of us. Maybe I just read too much Harry Potter fan fiction.

Before I can even say anything or choose a side, he drops his bag on the floor and throws himself on the bed on the left.

I roll my eyes and fight off a smile, Snow's usually fidgety and full of energy, but right now, all he wants is to sleep like a baby. And so he does, drifting off almost immediately. I take my time showering and brushing my teeth, looking at him from the bathroom mirror.

He's hugging a pillow close to his chest, eyebrows furrowed even on his sleep, looking confused. I like to see him when he's asleep, both because I can stare freely without him ever noticing, and because I can imagine us sleeping together, his face on my chest, my fingers brushing through his bronze curls.

Crowley, I'm doomed.

I crawl into my own bed a moment later, still burning holes into his face with my intense stare. If it weren't because Snow is as oblivious as one can be, I'm sure he would've noticed that I'm always looking at him by now.

He's adorable when he sleeps.

The way the moonlight shines over his face makes him seem ethereal, his moles looking like stars decorating his cheeks. My fingers ache with the desire to run them across his face, touching each and every one of the tiny brown spots.

Snow growls in his sleep, tightening his grip on his pillow, looking bothered. I study his face, propping myself up on one of my elbows.

"Why are you staring at me?" My arm wobbles, making me fall face first on the mattress. I pick myself up quickly, sitting on my bed and trying my best to look composed. I'm sure my face is even paler than usual, but I play it cool, pushing my hair out of the way.

"Well, your face happens to be across from mine." I mentally slap myself. So much for playing it cool.

Snow rolls his eyes, sitting up and rubbing his face. "I wasn't asleep, you know." Thank magic I haven't eaten anything, otherwise, I'd be blushing madly. "Your gaze is quite strong." He stands, and I look up at him. This doesn't usually happen, I'm normally looking down at Snow, me being at least three inches taller than him.

"You're delusional." He smiles. I gulp. Why does he smile at me? Why do I like it so much? Am I dreaming?

"I don't think so." He signals for me to move, and I keep staring at him, dumbfounded. "C'mon, make room." I obligue, moving aside and making space for Snow to sit. He does, and I feel a sudden warmth wash over me when his legs brush against mine as he crosses them beneath him.

"What are you doing?" I can't formulate a coherent thought. I'm not sure I can remember a time when we were this close and not trying to punch each other in the eye.

Snow shrugs. He's always shrugging, I wonder if that's why his communication skills suck. His blue eyes search around my face, stopping over my lips. I feel like I'm about to pass out. "Not sure." He confesses, his gaze shifts over to my eyes. "What were you doing?"

He's got me there. "Before you interrupted me," I push my jaw forward. "I was trying to come up with a way to end you in your sleep." He cocks an eyebrow, sizing me up. The hell's gotten into him.

"I don't believe you."

I sneer, trying to come up with something, anything, to get him away from me. As long as he's sitting there, so close I can practically feel his heartbeat in my mouth, I won't be able to think clearly. If I can't think straight when he's on the other side of the room, imagine how I feel right now.