“I won’t touch you, not
if you don’t want me to. I know it’s wrong – God, it’s all kinds of wrong –but
I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once
ever in my life.” There was desperation in his voice. “It’s just this one
night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can one night matter?”
Because think how
we’ll feel in the morning. Think how much worse it will be pretending that we
don’t mean anything to each other in front of everyone else after we’ve spent
the night together, even if all we do is sleep. It’s like having just a little
bit of drug –it only makes you want more.
But that was why he had
told her what he had, she realized. Because it wasn’t true, not for him;
there was nothing that could make it worse, just as there was nothing that
could make it better. What he felt was as final as a life sentence, and could
she really say it was so different for her? And even if she hoped it might be,
even if she hoped she might someday be persuaded by time or reason or gradual
attrition not to feel this way anymore, it didn’t matter. There was nothing she
had ever wanted in her life more than she wanted this night with Jace.
City of Glass by ~kyo31 via theherondaleboys
This is such a beautiful depiction of this scene, I love the urgency in their embrace, yet they both seem so at peace asleep in each others arms.
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