"And you-" His hands are on my shoulders. His mouth is over mine.
"I'm fine," I say, while he kisses me.
Crowley, if this is what it takes to keep Simon in my arms- gunshots and Quiet Zones and high-speed chases- I'm here for it. I'll swear to it. I've found my vocation.
He pulls away, petting my hair down. "Baz..."
"Simon?"
"You smell like a dead merwolf."
Sayfa 148 - petting my hair down- omg i cant be omg am i dying?? and then simon says you smell like a dead merwolf and them im like AH CONGRATS SIMON YOU RUINED MY DEATH