[ Jace makes a low sound in the back of his throat when he feels her nails in his back and his smile just grows a little more.
He's spent almost half of his life sparring with Isabella Lightwood. This is a dance he knows. He dips his head, lips almost brushing against the shell of her ear, but not quite, his voice a bare whisper of sound, knowing she'd hear him perfectly fine. ]
Hard to sleep when I'm getting sent scandalous pictures by a beautiful woman in the middle of the night.
[ He steps in a little closer, not quite pinning her to the wall, but he could if he shifted just the slightest bit. He makes a low, rumbling sound of pure male appreciation in his throat. ]
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He's spent almost half of his life sparring with Isabella Lightwood. This is a dance he knows. He dips his head, lips almost brushing against the shell of her ear, but not quite, his voice a bare whisper of sound, knowing she'd hear him perfectly fine. ]
Hard to sleep when I'm getting sent scandalous pictures by a beautiful woman in the middle of the night.
[ He steps in a little closer, not quite pinning her to the wall, but he could if he shifted just the slightest bit. He makes a low, rumbling sound of pure male appreciation in his throat. ]
You look good, Izzy.