Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.”

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“Tessa,” he said. She looked up at him. There was nothing steady or reliable about his expression. His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. As she raised her face, he brought his down, his mouth slanting across hers, and even as she froze in surprise, they were kissing. Jem. She was kissing Jem.

I am sick

He looked drowsy and tired and beautiful.

“That is all I think about. I never look at you without thinking about what you feel about me and fearing—”

I have hated everything in London except these hours here, with you.”