“My favourite part of kissing Simon when he’s cold is the way he goes warm in my hands. Like I’m the living campfire. Like I’m the one who lives. I warm him in my arms, and then he warms me in his. He gives it all back to me. I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein. I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon Snow Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“Baz is standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing—I swear to Merlin—a flowered suit.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon Snow Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“Simon looks over at me. “What?” “Nothing,” I say. “What?!” he shouts. He can’t hear a thing I’m saying over the wind and the engine and the classic rock. “I hate this fucking car!” I shout back. “The sun is burning me! I might actually catch fire, at any moment!” The wind is blowing Simon’s hair straight, and he’s squinting—from the sun and from all the smiling. “What!” he shouts at me again. “You’re so beautiful!” I shout back. He turns the radio down, so now there’s just the wind and the engine noise to shout over. “What’d you say?!” “Nothing!” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnowbaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“He looks away from me, covering his mouth. “What are you laughing at.” He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—” I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?” “Your hair.” I refuse to touch my hair. “You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.” “Beethoven?” “I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.” “Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.” “You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnowbaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“Baz is touching me, and it's good. (Touching Baz is always good; it'd be easier if I could just touch him all the time. And kiss him. And not have to be kissed.)” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnowbaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“Simon takes my elbow. "Ride with me," he says, looking at the place where his hand is touching my arm. "There are stars.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnowbaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“I tought I looked cool behind the wheel, I wasn't prepared for Baz. I wouldn't be able to look away from him, if there wasn't so much else to take in.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnwobaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“I don’t think you’re supposed to raise it while you’re driving,” I say. “But they always do it in music videos”—he yanks at the other side—“and Bond films.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon SnowSnowbaz Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell
“He really does look perfect. Whatever strange look he’s going for—Gothic pop star—it works for him.” Rainbow RowellWayward SonBaz PitchSimon Snow Author:Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell