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Back Any Way the Wind Blows
Chapters (100)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
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  95. EPILOGUE
  96. AGATHA
  97. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  98. Also by Rainbow Rowell
  99. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  100. Newsletter Sign-up

Baz kept trying to have a normal relationship with me, after I lost my magic. He’d bring me dinner and try to get me to watch films. Maybe that’s what he wants now … I’m more than a bit worried that I was only able to move forward with him these last few days because the fear of losing him was like having a knife to my throat. What happens when the danger fades?

“Are you air-drying?” Baz has sat up. He’s frowning at me.

The towel is hanging from my hand. I bring it up to my hair.

“Are the wings hard to clean?” he asks, still frowning.

“Yeah,” I say. “They’re a pain. I can only spread them out one at a time in the shower.”

Baz looks like he’s thinking. “I don’t have to sleep in the bed every night…”

I scrub at my hair. “Well, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.”

“I could cast a spell to soften it, it’d be fine…”

I let the towel drop around my neck. “Do you not want to sleep in the bed?”

He shakes his head. “No. I … I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I sigh. “You’ve got to stop questioning me. I’m holding on by a thread.”

He looks down. “Sorry.”

That came out wrong. I throw the towel into the bathroom and climb onto the bed beside him. “Hey, no … I’m sorry.”

Baz looks up at me, pushing his damp hair back behind his ears. “Simon, are you sure you want me here?”

“Christ, I just told you not to question me.”

“Yeah, I know, but you also told me you’re holding on by a thread. I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“I’m always holding on by a thread! I thought the important thing was that I’m holding on!”

“Right.” He rubs his face. “Right. It is. I’m sorry. I wish I were more confident. I’m not really built for this.”

I breathe out a laugh.

He scowls at me. “What?”

“How can you be insecure, Baz? You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.”

“They run on different tracks.”

I laugh again.

“I’m going to sleep in your bed,” he says, like it’s a legal declaration.

“All right.”

“Until you tell me you don’t want me to.”

“Or until you don’t want to,” I say.

“That might be never, Snow.”

“All right.”

Baz looks down, smiling with one side of his mouth, his eyelashes stark against his cheeks.

I get under the sheets he magicked up for me—they’re already going threadbare, I suppose I’ll need to buy real ones soon—and lie on my side.