Disclaimer: Once again, Rainbow Rowell and Taylor Swift own things here. I do not.
SIMON
Baz has me second-guessing this whole snogging thing.
I thought we were doing so well last night, snogging in the woods and then on the floor in his room. Sure, he still snapped at me half the time, but even in spite of that he seemed happier than I'd seen him since that time fifth year when he pushed me down the stairs. But this morning I said he couldn't watch me sleep "just because we're snogging," and he corrected that to "Just because we snogged." Does that mean we're not snogging anymore? Does he not like it? Oh Crowley, does that mean he never liked it? I did kiss him first. Maybe he didn't actually enjoy it, but he just went along with it because he didn't know what else to do? Should I apologize? Should I just leave? I can't leave; Penny's coming over. She has information, and Baz wants to tell her what we found out among the vampires. So I definitely can't leave. But Merry Morgana, have I ruined our truce?
I find Baz in the library (his house has as a library) writing on a big whiteboard. Did he conjure that up with magic or is it just one of the million random things that just happen to be lying around this house? It would feel out-of-sync with the gothic (excuse me, Victorian) style of the house, but I've already seen Baz's stepmom's laptop, plus there's a weird ultra modern Japanese toilet in the bathroom. I guess that's what happens when you're rich and determined to live in the twenty-first century but equally determined to honor the family legacy when it comes to inheriting mansions. At least, I think that's the reason this house is the way it is.
Anyway, I find Baz in the library writing on a big whiteboard. So I make my way over to him. He insults me, of course, which is absolutely normal, but this time I tell him it's vicious, because, well, I have to admit I'd hoped for better this morning, given what we did last night. Unless I'm right about him not liking it, in which case he has leave to insult me all he wants because I'm a terrible person.
I try touching him—nothing too forward, just a hand on his stomach, because that's closest. Baz's eyes drift closed and he half-smiles with his lips closed, which I think is a good sign. Then he leans his head down toward mine, angling it so his nose won't collide with mine, at which point I'm pretty sure that Baz either likes what we've been doing or is very dedicated to convincing me that he likes what we've been doing. The second theory doesn't make much sense, though, so I'm getting close to just accepting the first one—
When the door swings open and one of the servants announces that the girls are here.
I'm pretty sure we're snogging, present tense.