So I started writing a fanfic sequel to Carry On...
(***SPOILERS FOR CARRY ON! READ THAT FIRST!***)
Simon Snow is staring at me.
Youâd think Iâd be used to it by now. Him constantly watching me.
I mean, he did it for eight years straight at Watford, but that was different. He held himself with a certain kind of tension then, watching and waiting, always on edge. Always ready to lash out at me, like he was some kind of predator.
He still looks at me like heâs a predator, and Iâm his prey. But now thereâs something more posessive in his gaze. Like Iâm something he wants to eat. Something he wants to keep. Something he wants.
âSnow. Youâre staring,â I say, without looking up from my book. Weâre at his flat, the one he shares with Bunce (she already left this morning). I wasnât lying when I said Iâd be haunting his doorstep day and night. Though I suppose technically itâs his living room Iâm haunting at the moment.
âHuh? Oh. Sorry.â He grins, and has the decency to look at least a little sheepish at being caught. He was actually being quite covert about his staring. Probably someone else wouldnât have even noticed.
But Iâm not someone else. Iâm so acutely aware of him, so finely tuned to him. I could probably map out his moles, recreate them as a Snow constellation on the ceiling, without even needing him to take off his shirt for reference (though I wouldnât mind if he felt so obliged).
He runs his fingers through those bronze curls of his. âI was just thinkingâŠâ
âThat must be strange for you.â
He growls and tosses a throw pillow at me.
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