Stripping The Protection Wards Off The Ship

Well, I Don't Want You To Die," Tessa Said. "i Don't Know Why I Feel It So Strongly -- I've Just Met You -- But I Don't Want You To Die." "and I Trust You," He Said. "i Don't Know Why -- I've Just Met You -- But I Do.

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.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine, Like Winter And Will And London.

Is This The Part Where You Tell Me You're Secretly In Love With Me? Vampire Mojo Strikes Again.