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Baz's POV
When Snow started stuttering and asked for my shirt, my heart thundered in my chest. Threatening to burst right through my ribs. I even accidentally let his real name slip. Coming out today had given me an odd burst of courage and Simon's flushed, freckled cheeks and parted lips. . . (mouth breather).
It just numbs all my senses until a tidal wave of desperate, insatiable longing floods through my veins.
I feel a feline smirk tug on my lips as I swiftly pull my shirt over my head—Simon's dreamy blue eyes glimmering as he gawks at every dip, hollow and curve on my torso, starting to bite his plump pink lips at my v-line, his eyes devouring the dimples on my spine, right above my arse.
Aliester Crowley, Simon bloody Snow is looking at me the same way he looks at scones!
I'm living a charmed life. . . My stormy grey eyes glow, and I feel like I'm trapped in a halo of light, surrounded by combusting stars as the Chosen One's heady magic rises in the air around us.
If there's one thing I can never doubt about myself, it's the fact that I'm fucking gorgeous. I might be a monster, but I'm a damn good-looking one. And I am going to use it against my precious Chosen One.
My vampire senses pick up on his pupils dilating, and hear his heart rate spike. . . Merlin, Morgana and Methuselah. . . I struggle to keep my composure, avoiding melting right there, and sashay to the en-suite as slowly and suggestively as possible, flashing the beautiful blonde boy behind me a breathless smile.
Crowley, I wish I could smile at him like that every day. By the time I enter the bathroom, I hear the door slam behind Snow and I fall to my knees, knowing I'll break if he never looks at me that way again.
Just the thought of Simon Snow and his soft bronze curls, and big, blue eyes was enough to take my breath away. . .
I lived for this boy.
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Breathless...
Fanfiction𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 He's simply looking at me. . And I'm drowning in those gray pools. His pupils visibly dilate. He leans into my touch, then surprisingly he moves a little to settle on my lap with his head lying on my chest. ...
