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

When Zale gave in to his best friends suggestion of going on a blind date he expected to have a preferably good one nightstand, not to be pulled head first into what he absolutely refused to even acknowledge before. Love. What happens when his plan to forget the sex god he met turns into a heated game of hide and seek with the probably wealthiest and most powerful man in whole New York!? _________________________________________ BoyxBoy /ManxMan story! If you didn't see that any sooner and are not comfortable with the topic please don't read this story! !!WARNING!! Sexual man on man contact and explicit scenes!