Do You Not Tire Of

It Was At First Almost As If He Hadn't Wanted To Kiss Her. His Mouth Was Hard On Hers, Unyielding; Then He Put Both Arms Around Her And Pulled Her Against Him. His Lips Softened. She Could Feel The Rapid Beat Of His Heart, Taste The Sweetness Of Apples Still On His Mouth. She Wound Her Hands Into His Hair, As She'd Wanted To Do Since The First Time She'd Seen Him. His Hair Curled Around Her Fingers, Silky And Fine. Her Heart Was Hammering, And There Was A Rushing Sound In Her Ears, Like Beating Wings

Luke Moved As Silently As Fog, While Maryse's Heels Sounded Like Gunshots On The Marble Floor. Clary Wondered If Isabelle's Propensity For Unsuitable Footwear Was Genetic.

I Think You Are Very Selfless.

I Love You So Much, So Incredibly Much," He Went On, "and I Forget When You're Close To Me, I Forget Who You Are. I Forget That You're Jem's. I'd Have To Be The Worst Sort Of Person To Think What I'm Thinking Right Now. But I Am Thinking It.

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