Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind. 'Come on,' Alec said against Magnus's ear. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.
Cassandra ClareHer hair was a damp mass of curls at the back of her neck, and Will looked away from her before he could remember what it felt like to put his hands through that hair and feel the strands wind about his fingers. It was easier at the Institute, with Jem and the others to distract him, to remember that Tessa was not his to recall that way. Here, feeling as if he were facing the world with her by his side--feeling that she was here for him instead of, quite sensibly, for the health of her own fiance--it was nearly impossible.
Cassandra ClareWhat?โ Simon looked alarmed. โIโm not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isnโt a very attractive woman for her age.
Cassandra ClareHe does what he wants, and I donโt ask,โ he said. โHe could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. Itโs not my business. But if youโre asking me if Iโve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I donโt want anybody but you.
Cassandra Clare