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Simon loves how Wille smells. He’s not sure what it is, and he’s almost certain he couldn’t describe it. But whatever it is, it’s intoxicating to Simon. And a little bit embarrassing.
There have been crushes before, and a fling or two, but never anything as serious as this. And never with anyone that makes him feel like this.
Simon can be sitting in the library, minding his own business, and Wille will walk by. The first thing Simon notices is how Wille sounds. He can identify his steps before he even sees his boyfriend round the corner.
Sometimes, Wille will tut under his breath as he’s reading, or scoff at something he disagrees with. If he’s with Felice he will laugh, and the sound makes Simon’s heart swell in his chest. It is a sound he hasn’t heard often enough in recent months, something they’re all trying to remedy.
Next, Simon will lift his head and be greeted by the warmest smile. A smile that still makes his skin tingle and his own mouth to pull up almost involuntarily.
He will watch as Wille pushes his hair off his forehead as he sits down. It’s getting longer again. Simon likes it like this, for the sole reason that Wille likes it like this.
Wille will shuffle his chair in, the legs screeching on the floor as he moves it closer to Simon’s. Felice once joked that they should basically sit in each other’s laps. Simon had laughed. Wille had genuinely considered it.
As Wille settles down, he’ll rest a hand on Simon’s arm. The touch warm and gentle, checking in, touching base. Then he’ll lean over and press a kiss to Simon’s cheek, or nuzzle his nose into Simon’s neck.
And it will hit him. The intoxicating smell of Wille. Simon will try to take a subtle breath in; filling his lungs to capacity, drawing the scent into his nostrils and holding it there. Wille will grin knowingly and cock his eyebrow. Simon’s cheeks will grow warm, but he’ll refuse to be embarrassed that he loves this about Wille.
Because he loves everything about Wille.