“What you said before,” she asked. “That Jace Herondale
loves Clarissa Fairchild more than anyone you’ve ever known except
someone — you never finished the sentence. Who was it?” “I was going to say you and me and Will,” he said. “But — that’s rather a strange thing to say, isn’t it?” “Not strange at all. Exactly right. Ever and always, exactly right.”
So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that’s why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn’t make myself go. I don’t blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.
“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you,“ he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.” He looked up at her through the veil of silvery hair that fell over his eyes. “That is,” he said shyly, “if you love me, too.” Jem, The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Prince by @cassandraclare