Merlin. Merlin. His lips send sparks up and down my spine. His breath is cold against my neck. Merlin, I love this man. Feeling his body against mine is nice. His arms around my shoulders, his head in the dip between my neck and shoulder. I love this man.
"Simon," his voice is soft. He's only ever soft like this when we're alone. I guess I should be thankful for that. I don't want anyone to see this side of him. I feel a blush creep up into my cheeks.
"Baz," I say.
"Simon," he says again, and his voice is so quiet I have to strain my ears to catch it, "I love you." He laughs, he sounds embarrassed. I swear to God I do not want this moment to end.
I turn to face him, to meet the cool grey of his eyes, "I love you." It's the first time that I've said it out loud. That either of us had said it out loud.