Breathless...

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Parts 77
Time 6h 41m

Reads 69,368
Votes 3,564
Parts 77
Time 6h 41m

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)
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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 &lt;3

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