Simon and Baz have lived through seven straight years of sharing a room and hating it. But this year that all might change. When they are paired together (against their will of course) in class Simon is forced to confront feelings that may have been there for a very long time. . .

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'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. "Your heart's beating in my throat. No, it's beating in my head. . Echoing, Simon." "Is it making you thirsty?" "Crowley, no. The sound of your heart beating is sweeter than any bird's singing." He whispers against my bare chest. I wrap an arm around him and stroke his hair with the other. "Oh really?" I ask, smiling again. It's a tired smile, but it's there. Baz always knows what to say. . . "Mhm, absolutely. Sweeter than any Shakespearean sonnet," he giggles a little. Baz giggling always make me grin. "Warmer and brighter than any Midsummer's summer day." "Are you saying you like me, Basil?" I whistle lowly, just to hear him scoff. "No, Snow, you're an overly dramatic nightmare." He asserts. I huff, my smile unwavering. (Cover art is not mine.) (29 sept '20) #1 in Snowbaz #1 in basiltongrimmpitch #1 in bazxsimon #1 in rainbow rowell #8 in carryon #3 in rainbowrowell #1 in snowbazfanfic #1 in snowbaz fluff #1 in snowbaz angst #1 in simonoliversnow #4 in SimonSnow Cover photo not mine, credit goes to the VERY talented owner <3