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“What are you doing?” she whispered. “Jace?”
He looked up at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he said. “But you won’t.”
excuse me? mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry! mommy? sorry. Mommy?
ac: charliebowater
Not when Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth.